Once in the fifth grade, I was making my way back to class from the washroom. Before I continue, I should mention two things. 1. My classroom was literally just around the bend from the washroom, next to the cubbyholes. 2. There was a boy in my class that I had a crush on for the last 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 filled with child-like excitement, I guess. So there I was, swinging my arms enthusiastically, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had inadvertently smacked someone in the head. 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 mention that as one of my top awkward moments.