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…

open on the other end of the line, and because I had wanted this for years some part of me felt almost suspicious of it. Yet another part—older, sadder, still vulnerable despite everything—recognized the sound of someone finally exhausting her own defenses. “Amanda sees you clearly,” Jennifer said. “That’s the thing that hurts and the thing that saves continue reading …