Once in fifth grade, I was walking back to class from the bathroom. Before I proceed, 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 classroom that I had a crush on for the previous year. Now, for some reason, I was swinging my arms around in a unrestrained half-propeller motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just brimming with child-like excitement, I guess. So there I was, waving my arms dramatically, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had accidentally hit someone in the cheek. It took me a second to understand who it was: my crush. I was mortified, but he just burst out laughing. To this day, I can probably mention that as one of my top awkward moments.