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 family.” I turned then. “Maybe what embarrasses you,” I said, “is that I don’t want what you want.” For the first time that night, something flickered in her face beyond contempt. Not hurt. Not even anger. Something sharper. Something that looked almost like fear. I walked out before I could study it. The Chicago air hit me hard the moment I opened continue reading …