Jeeze Josh, that sucks.
Reminds me of the time my teacher in year 8 (~I was 13, most other students were 14) (also i don't know the american equivalent) flat out told me "you'll amount to nothing, because you're lazy". Much the same sorta thing happened to me, my grades crashed pretty damn badly after about year 8 or so, "crawled through a fog of depression" and meanwhile I'm just barely back on my feet at age 24.
On the plus side, I did get a high distinction on my last test!
Oh right, cycling stuff.
So the trains fucked up because first world country, third world infrastructure, and that resulted in me having to cycle 17km in a race against time up hill and down dale, last Tuesday. It was infuriating: I had a test at 9am, got to the train station at 6:30am (because allocate extra time to travel, it's usually ~100min to my uni), announcement states "Major power outages at <Shitsville> Station, <Most heavily used> line and <second most heavily used> line will not run trains today. Alternative transport has been arranged, but we don't know when they will arrive."
So my options were thus:
- Take my bicycle back home, hope i time it correctly to catch the local bus back up to the station and hope the rail replacement buses arrive in time to get to uni before the test starts, because bicycles aren't allowed on buses (especially not full sized mountain bikes)
- Lock my bicycle up at <Reudhtown> station for 12+ hours; probably not a great idea given i only have two locks and the bicycle has three quick release levers (front wheel, rear wheel, seat). While not a bad neighbourhood, I'd rather not overly risk the thing that keeps me sane in my downtimes.
- Cut my losses and cycle up the highway from <Reudhtown> to <Shitsville>, where the trains to the city were still running. Of course, the highway from Reudhtown to Shitsville is rather dangerous and heavily used, as it's a major arterial that connects to another major arterial. Additionally, in some places there is no footpath, and in other places where there is a footpath, it is strewn with glass and rubbish. Thick as my tires are, I didn't want to tangle with a beer bottle and end up stranded in <Shittierville>.
So option 3 is what I took, and I cycled up the highway, cursing and swearing most of the way. Of all the days it could occur, it had to occur when I had a test that ABSOLUTELY COULD NOT BE RE-SIT DUE TO LATENESS/ILLNESS/ETC.
I thrashed myself to stay at 20km/h as hard as I could, but with the highway being quite steep in some parts, it was a real trial. Add to that the characteristic high winds that Melbourne faces, and it was even tougher. Red faced and wheezing, 17km (10mi) and an hour and twenty minutes later, I arrived at Shitsville. Drenched in sweat from the cycle, angry beyond belief, and the next train was not for another ten minutes!