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…

and now I was sitting beneath carved ceilings making decisions that could alter the trajectory of thousands of young lives. My mother called to congratulate me. It was the first time she had called in three years. Her voice was overly bright, as if she could smooth over silence through enthusiasm alone. “Dean at Yale,” she said. “That’s wonderful,continue reading …