One time in fifth grade, I was making my way back to class from the washroom. Before I go on, I should specify two things. 1. My class was just around the corner from the bathroom, next to the lockers. 2. There was a boy in my class that I had a crush on for the past year. Now, for whatever reason, I was waving my arms around in a wild half-windmill motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just filled with child-like joy, I guess. So there I was, swinging my arms enthusiastically, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had accidentally slapped someone in the cheek. It took me a second to recognize who it was: my crush. I was horrified, but he just started laughing. To this day, I can probably cite that as one of my top awkward moments.