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…

shutting somewhere in the house. “She wrote that she wants to be like me,” I said. “Not because of Yale. Because I chose my own path.” When Jennifer spoke again, her voice sounded emptied out. “I was wrong,” she said. “About all of it. Not just a little wrong. Completely wrong.” I leaned against my kitchen counter and said nothing. She kept going, continue reading …