One time in fifth grade, I was making my way back to the classroom from the washroom. Before I go on, I should mention two things. 1. My class was practically 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 an unknown reason, I was swinging my arms around in a unrestrained half-windmill motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just overflowing with child-like joy, I guess. So there I was, flailing my arms dramatically, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had inadvertently hit someone in the cheek. It took me a second to recognize who it was: my crush. I was mortified, but he just burst out laughing. To this day, I can probably recall that as one of my top socially inept moments.