At one point in the fifth grade, I was making my way back to the classroom from the restroom. Before I proceed, I should note two things. 1. My classroom was practically just around the bend from the bathroom, next to the cubbyholes. 2. There was a boy in my classroom that I had a crush on for the last 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 filled with child-like excitement, I guess. So there I was, swinging my arms wildly, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had accidentally slapped someone in the head. It took me a second to realize who it was: my crush. I was mortified, but he just burst out laughing. To this day, I can probably recall that as one of my top awkward moments.