WILLOWCREST HIGH SCHOOL FOUND OUT THAT MORNING
At 9:10 a.m., my phone rang.
An assistant principal introduced herself.
Her voice was careful.
Professional.
“We understand Ethan intends to wear something unconventional during today’s graduation ceremony.”
I looked across the kitchen.
Ethan was standing near the stairs.
He could hear everything.
“Yes.”
“We don’t want to interfere with personal expression.”
I already knew there would be a but.
“But?”
“We’d simply like the ceremony to stay focused on the graduating class.”
My stomach tightened.
“We have a more appropriate option available.”
“What does that mean?”
“An extra graduation outfit.”
I looked at Ethan.
“He already has something to wear.”
Pause.
“We’re trying to prevent an uncomfortable situation.”
Ethan walked toward me.
Held out his hand.
I gave him the phone.
He listened quietly.
Then said:
“Thank you.”
Pause.
“But I’m wearing the dress.”
Another pause.
“Yes, I understand.”
