One time in the fifth grade, I was walking back to the classroom from the bathroom. Before I go on, I should note two things. 1. My class was just 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 previous year. Now, for some reason, I was swinging my arms around in a wild half-propeller motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just overflowing with child-like joy, I guess. So there I was, waving my arms enthusiastically, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had unintentionally smacked someone in the head. It took me a second to recognize who it was: my crush. I was horrified, but he just started laughing. To this day, I can probably recall that as one of my top socially inept moments.