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…

she did not know how to leave. She had made partner track exactly the way our father admired—through punishing hours, prestige, and the steady surrender of anything that could not be monetized. Her marriage to David looked immaculate from holiday-card distance and miserable up close. Amanda, brilliant and thoughtful and increasingly opinionated, no continue reading …