At one point in the fifth grade, I was making my way back to class from the restroom. Before I go on, I should specify two things. 1. My classroom was literally right around the corner from the bathroom, next to the cubbyholes. 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 flailing my arms around in a crazy half-propeller motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just brimming with child-like glee, I guess. So there I was, waving my arms dramatically, 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 mortified, but he just laughed. To this day, I can probably cite that as one of my top clumsy moments.