At one point in Grade 5, I was making my way back to class from the washroom. Before I continue, I should specify two things. 1. My classroom was literally around the corner from the restroom, next to the lockers. 2. There was a boy in my grade that I had a crush on for the past year. Now, for an unknown reason, I was waving my arms around in a wild half-pinwheel motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just brimming with child-like joy, I guess. So there I was, flailing my arms enthusiastically, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had inadvertently slapped someone in the face. It took me a second to recognize who it was: my crush. I was mortified, but he just laughed. To this day, I can probably mention that as one of my top socially inept moments.