One time in the fifth grade, I was making my way back to class from the bathroom. Before I proceed, I should specify two things. 1. My class was literally around the corner from the washroom, next to the cubbyholes. 2. There was a boy in my class that I had a crush on for the previous year. Now, for some reason, I was flailing my arms around in a wild half-windmill motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just filled with child-like glee, I guess. So there I was, flailing my arms enthusiastically, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had unintentionally hit someone in the head. It took me a second to recognize who it was: my crush. I was mortified, but he just started laughing. To this day, I can probably cite that as one of my top socially inept moments.