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Bond had emailed his students to meet him at the edge of the preserve, where he stood with sets of various paintball gear. As each student arrived he handed them a blue or yellow bandanna.

"Good morning," he greeted them. "I thought we'd go for a relatively low key final, since it's hardly like you're being marked on this. So we're going to have a spot of two-on-two paintball."

After explaining how the paintball guns and safety gear worked for the benefit of those who hadn't paintballed before, Bond gestured to the preserve. "I've marked off an area of the preserve, Team Blue goes in, and five minutes later Team Yellow follows them. Winner is the team that ends up with less paint on them."

"The Team Blue's time starts as soon as they've finished gearing up."

The Dangershop looked, in a word, swanky. Bond had broken out the high class casino from a few semesters ago, and was in fact dressed to the nines.

"Good Morning," he greeted them, despite his dinner suit being better suited for evening. "Now, while most of our activities so far have involved danger to ones lives, there are those who prefer to get their thrills through danger to ones livelihood, or at least a significant portion thereof, choosing to gamble more money than many would see in their lifetime on a single bet in order to chase an elusive gambler's high." And sometimes the stakes were even higher, not that Bond was going to mention it.

"The game of the day is Texas hold 'em, a poker variation, largely because as it involves some small amount of skill to go with the luck of the draw."

"Good morning," Bond said as his students assembled in the Danger Shop. They stood on a long stretch of deserted highway that looped through a number of low hills. A sleek looking car was parked beside him. "I decided we should probably stay away from the water this week, and we've covered the sea and the air, it's only far we visit the land this week."

He ran a hand over the roof of the car. "This is an Aston Marin DBR9. The design is based on on of their high end models that's been modified for racing. Which means it's very expensive, very fast, and the sort of vehicle you're probably not supposed to let teenagers joyride in.

"I'll go first so you can get an appreciation of how it handles, then you can take turns trying the course."

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?"

Having informed his students to wear appropriate attire and take appropriate precautions against the sun, Bond led his class down to Galactica Point, where a box full of various kinds of digging and sports equipment waited for them.

"Good afternoon," Bond greeted them. "In pleasantly warm weather like we're having, one common form of relaxation is to head to the nearest body of water to cool off. If it also happens to come with a sandy beach, all the better for those who don't feel like heading into the water. You can indulge in taking advantage of either or both of those as the mood takes you."

He nodded towards the equipment box. "There are buckets and spades should you be in a constructive mood, as well as balls and the like if you're otherwise inclined."

The weather being what it was, Bond had notified his class to meet him out on the lawn in front of the school, and to wear clothing they weren't particularly attached to. Scattered over the lawn were a number of inflatable kiddie pools filled with small balloons.

"Good afternoon," Bond greeted them, tossing a balloon from hand to hand. "Thus far we've concentrated on fairly sedate activities, but getting one's blood pumping can also do wonders for one's mood, whether through organised sports, both team and solo, or through something more free-form, like today's activity, which is rather on the every man, or woman, for themselves."

With that he hurled the balloon at the nearest student.

Today Bond had his students meet him in Fast Eddie's, where he stood by one of the pool tables.

"Good to see you all again," he said, once they'd arrived. "Now last week we looked at a fairly low-effort, no equipment needed way to relax, but human nature being what it is, there have been numerous forms of relaxation created that have required specialised equipment, systems of rules, and the development of a level of skill that if one were to attempt to pursue them either professionally or competitively, which many have, which create a level of stress that would require taking up entirely different hobbies to recover. Irony aside, when played without any serious stakes involved, these activities are legitimately enjoyable, and if an excuse is needed to engage in them, a person can always claim that they are working on their hand-eye coordination."

Bond nodded around the room. "You have the run of the place for the rest of the afternoon," he said. "Do try to have fun."