 How did Wayne's attitude change by the end of the article?
Wayne, unseen, sneered down from the head of the stairs. His slim mother with nervously polite smiles and voice fluttering, assuring the old man by her frailty that he was big in the world. They were squareheads one and all, marking moron time in a gray dream. Squareheads going around either unconscious or with eyes looking dead from the millennium in the office waiting to retire into limbo. He strode under a sign reading Public Youth Center No. 947 and walked casually to the reception desk, where a thin man with sergeant's stripes and a pansy haircut looked out of a pile of paperwork. "Thanks, sarge dear," Wayne said and took the elevator up to the Armory. Finally he said, "So make up your mind, bud. It's a big city and you're starting late. "A corporal with no hair and still a counterboy. He checked them on a receipt ledger, while Wayne examined the weapons, broke open the revolver, twirled the cylinder and pushed cartridges into the waiting chamber. He slung the holster under his left armpit and tested the spring clip release several times, feeling the way the serrated butt dropped into his wet palm. The big stone-walled office, alive with stuffed lion and tiger and gunracks, seemed to grow smaller. "Wayne Seton," said Captain Jack as if he were discussing something in a bug collection. His legs seemed sheathed in lead as he bit inwardly at shrinking fear the way a dog snaps at a wound.
 Wayne went from feeling confident to feeling defeated.
 Wayne went from feeling excited to disgusted.  Wayne went from feeling excited to regretful for not listening to his parents.  Wayne went from feeling confident to feeling defeated.  Wayne went from feeling nervous to guilty.