I was collecting three things this day from the 8th grade pre-algebra class. I had finished the collecting of it all when a student at the back of the room suddenly "found" his paper (or suddenly realized that I was done collecting). I glared at him, but it wasn't like I wasn't going to accept the thing that was due.
I walked around the table and headed for the back of the room...
I felt my foot catch on the power cord. Hoping that I felt it in time, I let my shoe fall off my foot and continued walking on. Hoping that I hadn't...
The projector fell off the table and onto the floor.
The expensive projector.
In a room of 8th graders.
I continued to the boy, took his paper from him, and walked back to the front of the room. Replacing my shoe as I went.
If I showed any emotion, the already crazy class (it was a bad day) would have gotten even worse. So, it was put the projector back on the table (which three students jumped up to do), and browbeat them back to calm so I could pass out their test.
And hope the projector wasn't broken.
While pretending that I didn't feel like a complete idiot.
Somehow I managed to get the test started. Once the class was settled, I took those moments to write an explanation to the teacher as to my mistake.
(With all the witnesses, the teacher will hear the full story, anyway.)