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…

another minute I was either going to cry or scream, and I had no intention of giving them the satisfaction of either. “Rachel, wait,” my mother called after me as I grabbed my coat. Jennifer’s chair scraped softly against the floor. “At some point,” she said behind me, her voice cool and precise, “you are going to have to admit you are embarrassing continue reading …