One time in fifth grade, I was making my way back to class from the bathroom. Before I proceed, I should specify two things. 1. My classroom was practically just around the bend from the restroom, next to the lockers. 2. There was a boy in my class that I had a crush on for the past year. Now, for an unknown reason, I was waving my arms around in a wild half-pinwheel motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just overflowing with child-like joy, I guess. So there I was, swinging my arms dramatically, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had unintentionally hit someone in the cheek. It took me a second to realize 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.