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…

night after a launch party or a long revision call, I would walk home through the city and feel something very close to gratitude for the way everything had broken. Not because pain is noble. It isn’t. But because some lives only become possible after the approved one collapses. If I had stayed at Northwestern out of fear, I might have collected the continue reading …