Select the correct text in the passage.
Which detail best supports the inference that Mr. Dhye’s change in behavior is dangerous?
Mr. Dhye
by Shanti S. Flaherty

Looking back on it now, the change was abrupt, happening just one month into the course. That Monday, we all showed up eager for Driver's Ed class, but something was different . . . very, very different. Mr. Dhye had gone from being a carefree, downright jovial individual to being an unpredictable, moody car tyrant.

It was disconcerting, this vacillation between "good guy" "bad guy," because one minute Mr. Dhye would be saying, "Nice entrance onto the freeway," and the next be screaming, "What are you doing?! Pay attention!" Quite frankly, being subjected to this behavior was upsetting under the best of circumstances, but dealing with it while driving 65 miles per hour on a crowded interstate, wedged between two semis, was impossible.

It wasn't until the most recent incident, however, that I decided something had to be done about his abusive and reckless behavior. It was Friday rush hour, the absolute worst time to drive since everyone is leaving work and driving like absolute maniacs to shave a few minutes off their commute home so that they can kick off the weekend as quickly as humanly possible. I was in the center of a three-lane, left turn, watching the light and oncoming traffic to determine when I might be able to get across the busy intersection safely. But apparently, I was taking too long, and without warning Mr. Dhye yelled at me to "Hit the gas!" Then he grabbed the steering wheel as we screeched and swerved across the intersection, only narrowly missing the car in the furthest lane. My heart was racing, and I sternly told Mr. Dhye we needed to stop immediately. He pointed to a side road, and we parked. Without a word, I called my parents and explained that I needed a ride home—Mr. Dhye was speechless, the look on his face a mix of regret and fury. After my parents arrived, I told them everything that had happened not only that day, but since the middle of the summer, and when I showed up to Driver's Ed the following week, there was no more Mr. Dhye.