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Is it really that time again? Has the countdown really reached the zero? It flew by, and my head feels so crammed and jam-packed with knowledge and theory I wish I was unpacking that instead of all the things from my dorm room. So, I'm going to go for it. I've had my struggles with each other in one way or another, but I've learned from each of them - either things about myself, about society, or feminism as a whole. I'm predisposed to be afraid of the unknown (thank you society). There are more lenses for evaluating a story or its characters than I could wrap my mind around. Feminism is a complex structure that is constantly being reevaluated and altered, with terms that are being redefined almost constantly. It is a fight to end the oppression of women, in all stages of life, in every country, of every color, faith, age and sexual preference. It is a unification for a better world. The best thing I gained from this class? A challenge. A challenge to reevaluate my own perspectives, but also to embrace people whether I agree with theirs or not. I learned that I am a feminist (though moderately so) and that I have a voice, and it is to be used. I am not to be objectified, silenced or confined by anything or anyone, and I am to help others to the same.