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…

uncertainty.” That, too, was more insight than I had ever heard from him. At the end of the night Amanda leaned toward me and whispered, “This is weird, right?” I laughed softly. “Extremely.” “Good weird, though.” “Yes,” I said. “Good weird.”

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