One time in the fifth grade, I was making my way back to class from the restroom. Before I continue, I should specify two things. 1. My class was just 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 last year. Now, for whatever reason, I was swinging my arms around in a crazy 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 unintentionally 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 recall that as one of my top awkward moments.