Alex sat at his workbench. He was building a stadium out of balsa wood.
"Balance," Alex whispered. "Strong foundations. Flexible heights."
Mark sat next to him. Mark was not building a bridge. He was building a tower of Jenga blocks. It was very tall. It was wobbling dangerously.
"I AM THE ARCHITECT!" Mark shouted. "LOOK AT MY SKYSCRAPER! IT REACHES THE MOON!"
"Mark," Mr. Lloyd said. "That is a game, not a project. And it is about to fall."
"It will never fall!" Mark insisted. "It has the spirit of a champion holding it up!"
Mark pulled one block from the bottom.
The tower swayed. It leaned left. It leaned right.
Crash.
The wooden blocks fell all over the desk. They made a sound like a tackle.
"TIMBER!" Mark yelled. "THE SKY IS FALLING!"
Maya was at the next desk. She was soldering a circuit board.
"Structural failure," Maya said without looking up. "The center of gravity shifted beyond the base of support. Inevitable collapse."
