Once in the fifth grade, I was making my way back to class from the bathroom. Before I proceed, I should specify two things. 1. My classroom was practically just around the bend from the washroom, 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 wild half-propeller motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just brimming with child-like excitement, I guess. So there I was, waving my arms enthusiastically, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had accidentally 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 awkward moments.