Once in the fifth grade, I was walking back to the classroom from the washroom. Before I go on, I should specify two things. 1. My classroom was literally just around the bend from the bathroom, next to the cubbyholes. 2. There was a boy in my classroom that I had a crush on for the last year. Now, for whatever reason, I was flailing my arms around in a unrestrained half-windmill motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just overflowing 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 slapped someone in the head. It took me a second to understand who it was: my crush. I was horrified, but he just laughed. To this day, I can probably mention that as one of my top socially inept moments.