At one point in the fifth grade, I was walking back to the classroom from the restroom. Before I go on, I should note two things. 1. My class was just right around the corner from the bathroom, next to the storage units. 2. There was a boy in my classroom that I had a crush on for the last year. Now, for whatever reason, I was swinging my arms around in a unrestrained half-propeller motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just brimming with child-like excitement, I guess. So there I was, swinging my arms wildly, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had inadvertently slapped someone in the head. It took me a second to recognize who it was: my crush. I was mortified, but he just started laughing. To this day, I can probably cite that as one of my top awkward moments.