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…

for a reason, and I had no interest in becoming a scandal in my own office. So I waited in the conference room next door with a cup of coffee I never drank, listening to the muffled cadence of voices through thick walls and wondering whether I was more afraid she would be rejected or admitted. Rejection would wound her in the normal devastating way continue reading …