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…

My father’s face changed first, color rising under his skin in a fast angry tide. “What you hate,” he said, “is discipline. What you hate is finishing what you start. Do you understand how competitive it is to get into Northwestern? Do you understand how many people would kill for that spot?” “Then they can have it,” I said, and my voice sounded calmer continue reading …