Art School Blues

I love what I'm majoring in, graphic design, don't get me wrong, but all the art classes I'm taking as a freshman right now have very very little to do with what my actual major is. I know that it's all fundamentals and building blocks and whatever, but being the worst in my class is really disheartening and makes me not want to show up. I'm good at the graphic design, I know that, but I'm not good at pencil sketching trees or inking lines. And to even get to all the good stuff I'm actually here for, I have to get through the pencil sketches and the inking and the tears. It's so embarrassing, seeing all these incredible drawings and sketches and paintings, and then looking at mine and knowing that not only am I the worst in the class, it's obvious. The looks of pity and the attempts to find something positive to say during peer reviews makes it worse, because they all know too. When I get to the stuff I'm actually good at, I'll shine, but until then I'm stuck being the worst artist in art school. I keep missing class because I can only humiliate myself so many times per week without wanting to fling myself out the window of my second-floor dorm room, but that also means I'm behind a lot. I hate it here, but I know that if I change my major, I'll hate myself for it down the line. Why does college have to be so awful? 

I'm writing this at 3:50 in the morning because I've been awake all night thinking about this and I can't sleep. Tomorrow is the last day before fall break; I hope I don't have a midterm I didn't know about because apparently no art professors were told that they have to put assignment details and test days online.