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…

” he said, “is a hell of a Friday.” I laughed once, shakily. “Tell me what you’d do if this landed on your desk without me attached to it.” “I’d take her to committee with a strong recommendation,” he said immediately. “She’s got the numbers, but more importantly she’s got judgment. That essay isn’t just polished. It shows independent thought. She continue reading …