Once in the fifth grade, I was making my way back to the classroom from the bathroom. Before I proceed, I should specify two things. 1. My classroom was literally right around the corner from the washroom, next to the lockers. 2. There was a boy in my grade that I had a crush on for the last year. Now, for whatever reason, I was flailing my arms around in a wild half-windmill motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just filled with child-like excitement, I guess. So there I was, flailing my arms dramatically, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had unintentionally hit someone in the face. It took me a second to understand who it was: my crush. I was embarrassed, but he just laughed. To this day, I can probably cite that as one of my top socially inept moments.