One time in Grade 5, I was making my way back to the classroom from the washroom. Before I continue, I should note two things. 1. My classroom was literally right around the corner from the restroom, next to the lockers. 2. There was a boy in my class that I had a crush on for the last year. Now, for some reason, I was waving my arms around in a unrestrained half-propeller motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just overflowing with child-like glee, I guess. So there I was, flailing my arms dramatically, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had inadvertently slapped someone in the cheek. It took me a second to recognize 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.