At one point in fifth grade, I was heading back to the classroom from the washroom. Before I proceed, I should specify two things. 1. My class was practically around the corner from the restroom, next to the cubbyholes. 2. There was a boy in my class that I had a crush on for the previous year. Now, for whatever reason, I was waving my arms around in a unrestrained half-pinwheel motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just overflowing with child-like joy, I guess. So there I was, flailing my arms dramatically, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had inadvertently smacked someone in the cheek. It took me a second to realize who it was: my crush. I was mortified, but he just started laughing. To this day, I can probably cite that as one of my top awkward moments.