One time in fifth grade, I was heading back to the classroom from the bathroom. Before I continue, I should note two things. 1. My classroom was practically right around the corner from the bathroom, next to the lockers. 2. There was a boy in my class that I had a crush on for the last 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 excitement, I guess. So there I was, flailing my arms wildly, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had inadvertently hit someone in the head. It took me a second to understand who it was: my crush. I was mortified, but he just laughed. To this day, I can probably cite that as one of my top clumsy moments.