Once in fifth grade, I was walking back to the classroom from the washroom. Before I go on, I should mention two things. 1. My class was practically just around the bend from the bathroom, next to the lockers. 2. There was a boy in my grade that I had a crush on for the last year. Now, for an unknown reason, I was swinging my arms around in a wild half-propeller motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just overflowing with child-like joy, I guess. So there I was, waving my arms enthusiastically, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had accidentally smacked someone in the face. It took me a second to understand who it was: my crush. I was horrified, but he just started laughing. To this day, I can probably cite that as one of my top awkward moments.