Once in the fifth grade, I was making my way back to the classroom from the restroom. Before I go on, I should note two things. 1. My class was practically around the corner from the bathroom, next to the storage units. 2. There was a boy in my classroom that I had a crush on for the previous year. Now, for whatever reason, I was flailing my arms around in a crazy half-propeller motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just overflowing 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 inadvertently slapped someone in the head. It took me a second to recognize 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 awkward moments.