At History I'm Hopeless

At history I'm hopeless.
At spelling I stink¹.
In music I'm useless.
From science I shrink.
At art I'm atrocious.
In sports I'm a klutz.
At reading I'm rotten.
And math makes me nuts.
At language I'm lousy.
Computers? I'm cursed.
In drama I'm dreadful.
My writing's the worst.
"I don't understand it,"
my teacher exclaims.
I tell her they ought to teach
video games.