At one point in the fifth grade, I was making my way back to the classroom from the washroom. Before I proceed, I should note two things. 1. My classroom was literally just around the bend from the restroom, next to the storage units. 2. There was a boy in my grade that I had a crush on for the past year. Now, for whatever reason, I was waving my arms around in a wild half-propeller motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just filled with child-like glee, I guess. So there I was, flailing my arms dramatically, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had accidentally smacked someone in the cheek. It took me a second to realize who it was: my crush. I was embarrassed, but he just burst out laughing. To this day, I can probably recall that as one of my top awkward moments.