Back on the rez, I was a decent player, I guess. A rebounder and a guy who could run up and down the floor without tripping. But something magical happened to me when I went to Reardan.
Overnight, I became a good player.
I suppose it had something to do with confidence. I mean, I?d always been the lowest Indian on the totem pole ? I wasn?t expected to be good, so I wasn?t. But in Reardan, my coach and the other players wanted me to be good. They needed me to be good. They expected me to be good. And so I became good.
I wanted to live up to expectations.
I guess that?s what it comes down to.
The power of expectations.
And as they expected more of me, I expected more of myself, and it just grew and grew?
? Sherman Alexie, The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian
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