The Plebes are more determined than ever. Another assault is quickly mounted. This time with teamwork and resolve. What took hours to amass the first time, now becomes a second and then a third tier as though it was a simple task. Within minutes, the anxious onlookers can see a determined Mid making his way to the top on the side facing the Commandant and the assembled dignitaries on the Chapel steps.
Balance is maintained.
The base is solid and unwavering. The moment is at hand. The Dixie Cup is ripped from its place and flung to the ground below. The cheer is overwhelming turning into a roar of approval from everyone in sight. But the task is only half complete.