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…

steady because I knew if I let the tremor into it they would smell weakness. “I’ve already submitted the paperwork.” Jennifer leaned back, slowly, eyes narrowing the way they did when she sensed an opening. “You’re halfway through sophomore year,” she said. “Why would you do something this stupid?” Because I was drowning, I thought. Because every morning continue reading …