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…

danger was becoming unrecognizable to myself while collecting all the right credentials. Amanda saw it. That is what her essay gave me, beyond pride or vindication: evidence that truth survives even in hostile families. That some younger, sharper mind may be listening through the distortion and piecing together the real story. The so-called family continue reading …