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…

Traffic. Amanda’s classes. My father asked one of my colleagues a question and then remembered she was not actually there. My mother complimented the restaurant menu with too much intensity. Then, unexpectedly, Amanda saved all of us by telling a story about a workshop classmate who had accidentally submitted a poem draft that still contained three continue reading …