At one point in the fifth grade, I was walking back to the classroom from the washroom. Before I proceed, I should note two things. 1. My class was literally around the corner from the washroom, next to the cubbyholes. 2. There was a boy in my classroom that I had a crush on for the past 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 glee, I guess. So there I was, waving my arms enthusiastically, 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 mortified, but he just started laughing. To this day, I can probably cite that as one of my top awkward moments.