Read the excerpt from "Shout: A Poetry Memoir.” On our bellies, facing the beach, hands in the mud legs in the water, my feet motorboated obediently. I didn’t mind kicking long as I could hold on to the shore. But then the Lady beckoned us into deep water one by one. I refused, even with the rest of the class staring. The Lady hooked me under the armpits and pulled me in. Which word best describes the mood of this excerpt?