At one point in the fifth grade, I was making my way back to class from the bathroom. Before I go on, I should specify two things. 1. My class was literally just around the bend from the washroom, 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 filled with child-like excitement, I guess. So there I was, swinging my arms enthusiastically, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had unintentionally hit someone in the cheek. It took me a second to realize who it was: my crush. I was horrified, but he just burst out laughing. To this day, I can probably mention that as one of my top socially inept moments.