At one point in fifth grade, I was walking back to the classroom from the restroom. Before I continue, I should note two things. 1. My classroom was just just around the bend from the restroom, next to the cubbyholes. 2. There was a boy in my class that I had a crush on for the previous year. Now, for some reason, I was flailing 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, flailing my arms wildly, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had inadvertently smacked someone in the head. It took me a second to recognize who it was: my crush. I was horrified, but he just burst out laughing. To this day, I can probably cite that as one of my top awkward moments.