and the frustration continues

Most of the day was incredibly good. Slept in fairly late, til about 8:30 or so, read for a few minutes, worked on my Spanish until I reached "that" point, then relaxed and finished that book, wrote for a few minutes, life was good.
Went to a local shop where I enjoy playing cards. We had set up a mini-tournament, just for fun. It was great...hanging out with nice people, playing a game I enjoy...very relaxing. Did some errands...paying my phone bill, buying some shoes, looking for a new television...nothing terribly exciting, but I felt good because I got stuff accomplished.
Went to an anniversary dinner for my brother and his wife with Dad and his wife. It was great. Decent food, good company, and a chance to make sure Ken & I were friendly again. We are so similar that sometimes it just needs time between visits. I have learned we need to find non-gaming things to do because we do not interact well. No big deal, just something to always keep in mind.
Came home, started working on Spanish again. Got a little behind because I slacked last weekend. Mostly due to frustration. And it hit again. I will be further behind because I just cannot comprehend it. I have never hated anything so much in my life as I hate that class. # hours a week IN class, 10 or 12 hours outside of class feeling absolutely idiotic because I don't understand it. I have never encountered a subject where I could take as much time as I wanted to take an open book test....and FAIL it. How the smurf does that happen? After I see the results, I spent an hour studying the answers...and if I were to take it again I would miss even more with an open freaking book.
I seriously get to the point where I would rather spend an hour telling Andrea how wonderful she was than spend one minute on this subject. I am so frustrated I am almost in tears. It is so bad I have seriously thought about quitting school because I don't believe I can pass Spanish 103.
That is hard to admit. There are not many things I don't think I am smart enough to do. I can comprehend most subjects well enough to converse about them intelligently. When I read an article I can always get the gist of it. I think I am of above average intelligence and, frankly, have just about always thought that.
But I can't do Spanish.
Even though I have homework that I need to do...stuff I need to do so bad I will be unable to concentrate on anything else until it is done...I am heading off to watch a movie. Hopefully something humorous. Maybe tomorrow a light will click on and this stupid stuff will make sense. And maybe the earth will crash into the sun. But at least I feel better for having ranted. Now if I could only learn better.
I am glad the people who came up with the university system and decided everyone needed a second language are dead. I hope they died miserable, painful, agonizing, long drawn out deaths. They deserve it.