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…

is what success looks like.” Jennifer didn’t bother hiding her contempt. “I worked for what I have. I did everything right. And you’re going to throw away a Northwestern degree because you’re miserable? That’s pathetic.” When my mother said my name, weakly, Jennifer shook her head. “No, Mom. Someone has to say it. Rachel always takes the easiest exit.continue reading …