Read the excerpt from "Shout: A Poetry Memoir.” I hollered so loud the Lady consulted with my mother, the other moms clucking and whispering. I won the position at the shallowest edge of the pond where I pulled through a few inches of water with my hands in the earth, occasionally waving an arm in the air to pretend like I was swimming, a stubborn tadpole suspicious of the deep. Which word best describes the mood in this excerpt?