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…

even conviction down to its rawest form. I remember one January week when my MetroCard balance hit zero two days before payday and I walked forty blocks through sleet because I was too proud to call anyone and too broke to justify a cab. My boots leaked. By the time I got to the office my socks were soaked through and my hands were so numb I could continue reading …