At one point in fifth grade, I was heading back to the classroom from the bathroom. Before I go on, I should note two things. 1. My class was practically right around the corner from the bathroom, next to the storage units. 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 unrestrained half-propeller motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just overflowing with child-like joy, I guess. So there I was, swinging my arms enthusiastically, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had accidentally slapped someone in the face. It took me a second to recognize who it was: my crush. I was embarrassed, but he just started laughing. To this day, I can probably cite that as one of my top socially inept moments.