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…

the English program.” I believed her immediately, which surprised me. Amanda’s file had not read like strategy. It had read like hunger. “I’m not calling to accuse you of anything,” I said. “Have you read her essay?” “No,” Jennifer said. “She wouldn’t let anyone read it. She said it was personal.” I closed my eyes. “You should read it.” “Why?” Her continue reading …