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…

this: when Amanda published her first piece in the campus literary review, Jennifer sent me a screenshot before she sent it to anyone else. “She gets that from you,” she wrote. I stared at the message for a long time. Not because it fixed the past. It did not. But because it meant my sister had finally stopped needing me to be small in order to feel continue reading …