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…

opposite. To slow down and really see who was there. One of my students was also a professor in the English department, older than the others, taking the workshop for fun while on sabbatical. At the end of the semester she stayed after class and said, “You know you’re a natural teacher, right?” I laughed because I assumed she was being kind. “I’m an continue reading …