At one point in fifth grade, I was heading back to class from the bathroom. Before I go on, I should specify two things. 1. My class was literally around the corner from the washroom, next to the storage units. 2. There was a boy in my class that I had a crush on for the previous year. Now, for whatever reason, I was waving my arms around in a crazy half-pinwheel motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just filled with child-like excitement, I guess. So there I was, swinging my arms enthusiastically, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had inadvertently hit someone in the cheek. It took me a second to understand who it was: my crush. I was embarrassed, but he just started laughing. To this day, I can probably recall that as one of my top socially inept moments.