At one point in fifth grade, I was walking back to the classroom from the washroom. Before I continue, I should mention two things. 1. My classroom was practically around the corner from the bathroom, next to the storage units. 2. There was a boy in my class that I had a crush on for the previous year. Now, for some reason, I was waving my arms around in a wild half-windmill motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just brimming with child-like glee, 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 face. It took me a second to recognize who it was: my crush. I was mortified, but he just laughed. To this day, I can probably mention that as one of my top awkward moments.