<human>: Can you give me a shortened version of the text?

I, being a college student without anything to do over the summer, took it upon myself to make the yard of my new house near campus the best damn yard in town. First thing on the list: remove a large, decaying stump that is smack dab in the middle of the yard. I spent a significant chunk of the day digging out around this thing, only to be stopped by a massive root jutting out to the side.

At this point, it probably would've been smarter to stop for the day and think of a game plan for how to deal with it, but I'd been at this for hours and I wasn't about to drop it now, so I decided "EH, I could probably just cut through that". Being in a new college house, I don't own a saw, but for whatever reason I have a small hatchet. So, after 3+ hours of tiring digging and hunching over, I take to swinging a small axe at a tree root twice as thick as my arm with absolutely no regard for the consequences. After about two minutes of making absolutely no progress, the hatchet ricochets off the wood and the corner rocks me right in the leg. Queue excessive bleeding and several heated minutes of freaking out, followed by a lengthy clinic visit two hours later when my roommate got back from work and could drive me there.

Picture for the curious (Might be NSFW):
<bot>: Tired ass college dweeb carelessly swings a hatchet at a stump while bent over like a hunchback, lobs open his leg.