When I Dropped Out At 20, My Sister Told Everyone: “She’s The One Who Didn’t Finish.” Twelve Years Later, I’m Yale’s Dean Of Admissions. One Essay Read: “My Family Moved Past My Aunt’s Setback.” The Name? Amanda Chen. My Niece. I Picked Up My Red Pen And…

taught easily. It can only be encouraged or punished. The essay proved she had already begun teaching herself how not to be lied to. By the time I folded the pages back together, my tears had dried and something steadier had taken their place. Not vindication. Responsibility. Whatever happened with Yale, I wanted to be worthy of the person Amanda thought continue reading …