Once in Grade 5, I was walking back to the classroom from the bathroom. Before I go on, I should note two things. 1. My classroom was practically right around the corner from the washroom, next to the lockers. 2. There was a boy in my classroom that I had a crush on for the past year. Now, for some reason, I was swinging my arms around in a unrestrained half-windmill motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just brimming with child-like glee, I guess. So there I was, flailing my arms enthusiastically, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had inadvertently hit 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 mention that as one of my top socially inept moments.