We grew up learning to cheer on the underdog because we see ourselves in them. We stem from a plant rooted in belief that we are not what we were called. We are not abandoned cars stalled out and sitting on an empty highway. And if in some way we are, don’t worry! We only got out to walk and get gas. We are graduating members from the class of “We Made it” Not the faded echoes of voices crying out “Names will never hurt me.” Of course they did.