My teachers still laugh at this one.
A few years ago I walked into class late… as usual. I tripped over the fan by the door and as I fell grabbed the nearest thing for support. That thing was the very unsteady shoe rack. It knocked over with shoes everywhere. After picking all of the shoes up, I sat down on the couch… forgetting that my weapons case was still sling over my shoulder. Everyone heard a loud bang as my weapons case knocked the stained glass sign against the window. Luckily I didn't break anything. Except my ego. From that day forward I was no longer a badass but a ditsy klutz. Oh who am I kidding I was never known as a badass.