Once in the fifth grade, I was walking back to the classroom from the restroom. Before I go on, I should specify two things. 1. My classroom was practically just around the bend from the washroom, 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 flailing my arms around in a crazy half-pinwheel motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just overflowing with child-like excitement, 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 understand who it was: my crush. I was mortified, but he just laughed. To this day, I can probably recall that as one of my top socially inept moments.