I’m a rule follower. I hate walking across the grass at Columbia – to my classmates’ and professors’ continued amusement. If I have a cafeteria plate with clear sections for different foods, I make sure they stay in their assigned section. I think my church’s constitution is beautiful. I park legally, drive safely, and always indicate with correct arm signals while riding my bike.

But a few weeks ago when our front lawn was attacked by dandelions, I went ahead and took the advice of friends and used the weed killer they suggested. Sure, the bottle said very clearly, “Do not use on weeds growing in grass. It will kill the grass too, you idiot.” Or something like that. But, stupidly, I heeded my friends’ suggestion.

Hey, at least I’m only have to bear the shame for another month. Then I will fly home, my bags under all appropriate weights, my carry-ons legal sizes, taking my shoes off whenever instructed, following all signs, instructions, and regulations forevermore.