THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN GABS DOESN'T GO TO CLASS...

So there I was, humming along to class up to Hearst Mining, despite having an 8 in the freakin' morning class. The sun was out and it actually felt quite warm for horrid Berkeley weather. I turn the corner to walk through the narrow passageway that leads into the building when all of a sudden, this front shovel comes careening down the pathway. (Okay, so it wasn't really "careening" but it was moving pretty fast!) Like a deer caught in the headlights, I scream like a mofo! There it was... the spikes at the end of the shovel pointed directly at my chest area. It barely stops inches short of turning me into Jamie mince-meat pie. By this time, I'm wheezing up a storm after screaming my lungs out. The driver looks down at me coolly and says, "Haha, scared ya!" What the heck?! No more humming to class!!!