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…

ten minutes later with his scarf half-off and one eyebrow raised. Marcus had the enviable ability to look composed while clearly enjoying the possibility of administrative drama. “Tell me you didn’t discover a senator’s child plagiarized their essay,” he said. “Worse,” I told him. “A family conflict.” I handed him Amanda’s file without the essay pages continue reading …