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 said you might understand something.” I stopped walking. The sky above New Haven had gone dark blue, and students were crossing the quad in clusters with backpacks and late-semester urgency. “Tell me,” I said. Sarah explained that she was thinking about leaving a dual-enrollment track everyone around her treated as sacred. Not because she was continue reading …