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…

teacher who described her as “incisive without cruelty, ambitious without performance.” Her intended major: English. Concentration in creative writing. Even before I reached the essay, I felt something old and dangerous uncoil inside me. Not resentment exactly. Something closer to vertigo. Jennifer’s daughter wanted to study the thing Jennifer had continue reading …