Once in the fifth grade, I was heading back to the classroom from the bathroom. Before I continue, I should note two things. 1. My class was literally right around the corner from the washroom, next to the cubbyholes. 2. There was a boy in my grade that I had a crush on for the past year. Now, for whatever reason, I was flailing my arms around in a crazy half-windmill motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just overflowing with child-like excitement, I guess. So there I was, waving my arms wildly, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had inadvertently slapped someone in the face. It took me a second to understand who it was: my crush. I was horrified, but he just laughed. To this day, I can probably recall that as one of my top socially inept moments.