time to make the doughnuts

So I'm back in school, nose to the grindstone and all that. As is my usual custom I made a noisy little entrance into my Chinese class. I walked in the door and somehow ended up knocking over a podium thing. Clang, bam, boom, it toppled to the floor and everybody looked up at me like I had just developed a third eye in the middle of my forehead, then the giggling started. Luckily I didn't have any coffee to drop and spill all over the ground. Even luckier, I didn't fall on my ass. I swear, klutziness is now becoming part of my schtick and I can't even blame it on public drunkenness or some weird physiological disorder.