The applause swelled into a thunderous, roaring, standing ovation that rattled the rafters.

Teachers who had gently tried to talk Julian into a traditional suit were wiping tears from their eyes.

The principal stood near the podium, clapping slowly, his head bowed in what I can only call profound respect.

And Julian turned, slowly, in my arms, to face the crowd that had laughed at him and was now rising to honor him.

He did not bow.