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…

lazy, not because she wanted to quit working, but because the program had turned her life into a machine. She wanted time to build a design business, time to work, time to breathe. Every adult in her orbit was calling it self-sabotage. She had read my book and wanted to know whether I regretted choosing a nontraditional path. I leaned against a stone continue reading …