“I’m David Crow.” I held up my Walter Johnson High School diploma and a small mirror. I breathed on the glass. “The steam on the mirror proves I’m alive,” I said. “And the diploma proves I’m a Montgomery County high school graduate. You have to accept me.” “Is that right?” Dr. Davis let out a big laugh. “You’re a real character, aren’t you?” He put his hand on my back and led me into his office.
