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…

instincts were not merely personal taste. They were a form of professional sight. After that, I stopped apologizing so much in meetings. I still paid my dues, still made coffee runs when needed, still handled the administrative grind, but internally something had shifted. I was no longer a girl from a Thanksgiving disaster trying to prove she hadn’t continue reading …