Once in fifth grade, I was making my way back to the classroom from the washroom. Before I proceed, I should specify two things. 1. My class was literally just around the bend from the bathroom, next to the cubbyholes. 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 flailing my arms around in a wild half-windmill motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just overflowing with child-like excitement, I guess. So there I was, waving my arms wildly, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had accidentally slapped someone in the face. It took me a second to understand who it was: my crush. I was embarrassed, but he just laughed. To this day, I can probably mention that as one of my top awkward moments.