One time in fifth grade, I was making my way back to the classroom from the washroom. Before I proceed, I should mention two things. 1. My class was literally right around the corner from the washroom, next to the cubbyholes. 2. There was a boy in my classroom that I had a crush on for the previous year. Now, for some reason, I was waving my arms around in a crazy half-pinwheel motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just overflowing with child-like glee, I guess. So there I was, swinging my arms wildly, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had inadvertently hit someone in the face. It took me a second to recognize who it was: my crush. I was horrified, but he just started laughing. To this day, I can probably mention that as one of my top awkward moments.