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…

loneliness and the humiliating size of my paycheck I did not feel like I was wasting my life anymore. But those kinds of truths had no exchange rate in my family. They could not be translated into salary figures or alma maters or condo square footage, so I kept them. Jennifer called exactly once in those first six months. I was sitting on the floor continue reading …