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…

the corporate attorney with the polished smile and dead eyes. I opened the file with hands that had suddenly lost all confidence in themselves. Amanda was seventeen. Northbrook High School. Perfect GPA. Fifteen seventy SAT. Valedictorian. Captain of debate. Volunteer work in literacy programs. Impressive recommendations, especially from an English continue reading …