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…

kind that starts before dignity can intervene. “She got into Yale?” Jennifer whispered. “Yes.” “Oh my God.” She laughed once through tears. “Oh my God.” I waited. Eventually she said, “Thank you.” “Don’t thank me. I recused myself. She got in because she earned it.” “Still,” Jennifer said, voice breaking, “thank you for telling me.” I should have stopped continue reading …