At one point in Grade 5, I was heading back to class from the restroom. Before I go on, I should mention two things. 1. My class was just right around the corner from the restroom, 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 some reason, I was waving my arms around in a wild half-propeller motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just overflowing 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 slapped someone in the cheek. It took me a second to realize who it was: my crush. I was mortified, but he just laughed. To this day, I can probably recall that as one of my top socially inept moments.