Mozart Poopzart

I must be musically challenged. As I sat in my guitar lesson today, I suddenly remembered why I quit piano and violin. I never feel so helpless, stupid, and frustrated as I do when I'm learning to play some kind of instrument. The only advancement I made musically in my fifteen years is learn to sing on key (and that was only discovered very recently when we went karaoke-ing.) Usually, I excel in everything whether or not I put in actual effort. But music is really my downfall. I just don't get it. I see my teacher getting less patient, I see that look in his eyes that accepts that I'm slow. If I were in a classroom setting, I'd be the pothead sitting in the back. The sad thing is, I try. I really, really do put in effort, but when I'm sitting there, I can't concentrate, I can't understand, and I can't even hear him. I feel myself tearing up and the only thing that keeps me from crying is my pride. He's so nice, too. I'm just an idiot student.