At one point in the fifth grade, I was walking back to class from the washroom. Before I go on, I should specify two things. 1. My classroom was practically right around the corner from the washroom, next to the cubbyholes. 2. There was a boy in my classroom that I had a crush on for the last year. Now, for some reason, I was swinging my arms around in a crazy half-windmill motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just overflowing with child-like joy, I guess. So there I was, waving my arms wildly, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had inadvertently smacked someone in the head. It took me a second to recognize who it was: my crush. I was embarrassed, but he just burst out laughing. To this day, I can probably cite that as one of my top socially inept moments.