One time in the fifth grade, I was walking back to the classroom from the restroom. Before I continue, I should mention two things. 1. My classroom was practically just around the bend from the washroom, 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 an unknown reason, I was flailing my arms around in a unrestrained half-pinwheel motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just brimming with child-like excitement, I guess. So there I was, waving 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 horrified, but he just laughed. To this day, I can probably mention that as one of my top awkward moments.