At one point in the fifth grade, I was heading back to the classroom from the washroom. Before I go on, I should specify two things. 1. My classroom was literally right around the corner from the washroom, next to the lockers. 2. There was a boy in my class that I had a crush on for the last year. Now, for whatever reason, I was swinging my arms around in a wild half-windmill motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just filled with child-like glee, I guess. So there I was, swinging my arms enthusiastically, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had unintentionally slapped someone in the cheek. It took me a second to understand who it was: my crush. I was horrified, but he just started laughing. To this day, I can probably mention that as one of my top awkward moments.