When we were young teens and my sister broke the family rules, I told her, “If mom and dad ask, I’m not going to lie for you.”
I was a rule-follower and when she broke the rules, I worried.
I wanted her to believe there was a limit to the degree I was willing to compromise my sense of responsibility, but I didn’t want her to get caught and have to face the consequences, so I didn’t tell on her.
And maybe I worried that I’d be in trouble, too. As the older sister, I had been left in charge. She broke the rules on my watch. Continue reading “Thoughts on changing our university’s culture of excessive drinking…”