One time in Grade 5, I was making my way back to class from the washroom. Before I continue, I should mention two things. 1. My classroom was practically just around the bend from the restroom, next to the cubbyholes. 2. There was a boy in my classroom that I had a crush on for the past year. Now, for whatever reason, I was swinging my arms around in a crazy half-pinwheel motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just brimming with child-like joy, I guess. So there I was, flailing my arms wildly, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had accidentally hit someone in the head. It took me a second to understand 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.