Once in fifth grade, I was making my way back to the classroom from the restroom. Before I continue, I should specify two things. 1. My class was literally just around the bend from the washroom, next to the lockers. 2. There was a boy in my classroom that I had a crush on for the past year. Now, for whatever reason, I was swinging my arms around in a wild half-windmill motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just filled with child-like excitement, I guess. So there I was, waving my arms wildly, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had inadvertently smacked someone in the head. It took me a second to recognize who it was: my crush. I was mortified, but he just burst out laughing. To this day, I can probably cite that as one of my top awkward moments.