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…

and looked at the faces around me: my father with his silver hair combed too neatly, his wine glass always held as if he were being watched; my mother in one of her expensive burgundy sweaters, performing calm even when she was about to panic; my sister Jennifer, flawless as usual, back straight, lipstick perfect, the kind of woman who made even sitting continue reading …