It's not that I started out clumsy. I could hold my own in jump-rope. And if I wasn't the best roller-skater in the neighborhood, I was at least adequate. When we played dodge ball, I was usually one of the last to be hit. There I'd be, rushing back and forth, swerving and twisting and having a wonderful time. I assumed, innocently, that games and sports were for fun. I would soon learn that games are regarded by the schools as subjects to be mastered. Everyone must be able to hit a softball, just as everyone must know his arithmetic. Those who are not skillful receive low grades, the scorn of the teacher, and, worst of all, the hateful looks of their classmates. When teams are chosen, these clods are naturally left until last. Once past dodge ball, I fell into this despised category.

Q. Underline three tonal words or expressions which support the answer to question No. 2.