Relax and Recharge 2: Extreme Relaxation, Tuesday Period Two

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Bond had his students meet him in the Danger Shop, which was set up to look remarkably like the inside of a cargo plane, with number of a packed parachutes and the relevant safety gear set out, the floor was vibrating as the engine rumbled, and some of them might have felt their ears pop from the air pressure.

"Good morning, and welcome to the second session of Relax and Recharge," he greeted them, raising his voice to be heard over the engine. "We're going to be looking at some of the more counter-intuitive ways to relax this session. Due to the reckless and dangerous nature of these activities, class for the most part will be held in here." Because only Bond got to do these incredibly reckless and dangerous things in real life.

"As is traditional, we'll be starting off slowly this week, with introductions and a static line parachute jump, because flinging oneself off out of planes and hoping you have a soft landing does wonders for the nerves," he said. "Now, the way this is going to work is you'll gear up, then introduce yourselves to the rest of the class while I double-check your gear. Once that's done, you'll be clipped to the line and exit the plane one by one.

"Any questions?"

Conspiracy Theories - Period 2, Wednesday

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So, it was raining maple syrup. That was a thing that was happening.

Awesome.

That would be why the teacher was looking a bit sticky and annoyed at the front of the class. You could actually tell he was annoyed because he wasn't wearing his armor for once. Because it was covered in maple syrup.

"Welcome to class." You brave souls who went out in this weather. "You can call me Washington, I'll apparently be your teacher for Conspiracy Theories."

Again. Awesome.

"If anyone has a theory about the weather, I'd love to hear it." He shook his head, making a face at being sticky as he moved. "Tell me your names and what you want to learn here while the rain hopefully dies down before it kills off the local plants and wildlife."

Wash was a giant buzzkillington about these things.

World Mythology, Wednesday, Period Three

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Ghanima was sitting on her desk, eating lemon drops as she watched the students arrive, blue-on-blue eyes intently observing them all.  Once the last of the students arrived, her face lit up with a smile.

"Good morning,” she said, her voice carrying effortlessly. “I am Lady Ghanima Atreides, and this is World Mythology.  You may call me Lady Ghanima or Miss Ghanima, whichever you are more comfortable with.  The first person to call me Lady Atreides gets detention.”  Ghani grinned wickedly.  "Lady Atriedes is my grandmother, and I am nowhere near that old."

( Without a knowledge of mythology much of the elegant literature of our own language cannot be understood and appreciated. )

"Instead of doing the typical introductions, I'd like to hear about the myths near and dear to your hearts."