Once in the fifth grade, I was walking back to class from the bathroom. Before I proceed, I should specify two things. 1. My classroom was just right around the corner from the restroom, next to the storage units. 2. There was a boy in my classroom that I had a crush on for the past year. Now, for an unknown reason, I was waving my arms around in a unrestrained half-pinwheel motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just brimming with child-like glee, I guess. So there I was, flailing my arms enthusiastically, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had accidentally hit someone in the head. It took me a second to recognize who it was: my crush. I was embarrassed, but he just burst out laughing. To this day, I can probably recall that as one of my top awkward moments.