Words that are Speaking to Me
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