At one point in the fifth grade, I was walking back to the classroom from the bathroom. Before I go on, I should specify two things. 1. My class was literally around the corner from the bathroom, 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 flailing my arms around in a unrestrained half-propeller motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just brimming with child-like joy, I guess. So there I was, waving my arms dramatically, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had inadvertently slapped someone in the head. It took me a second to realize who it was: my crush. I was mortified, but he just started laughing. To this day, I can probably recall that as one of my top awkward moments.