Monday, December 22, 2014

Cleaning House


The house is a wreck, but these blogs are too good. I'm sorry baby, I can't vacuum right now, these blogs are too good.

Our backyard looks like an I spy calendar.
Our house looks like a Where's Waldo book.
But this year's reveal was the greatest of all time,
The Muhammad Ali of Real Talk.
So I'm sorry baby, I can't wipe down the counters right now, these blogs are too good.

Besides, that's a woman's job anyway, right? Like painting your nails, keeping a journal, and poetry. 

This is me calling out every boy in the class (except a few).

Because for every Tom Iansek there was a Celeste, two Eleanors, a Carina, and a bunch of Roses and Janes. And don't get me started on the Cornelias in the class.

James McKay fooled us all and the best boy in the class was some chick named Alice.

Maybe girls are better writers than boys. (Granted there are more girls in the class and there aren't any ladies on the football team and it's hard to hear from the back row.)

But I guess we just don't live in a world where it's cool for boys to like poetry.

I don't blame you. I would've been the same way in high school.

But now I'm different. It's probably because I was raised by girls, I don't know.

Some of you say: well, I'm just not a good writer

The fact that I am speaking this into my iPad instead of typing it sums up everything. Writing is not writing, it's just thinking. And if you were a tourist in writing, you were a tourist in thought.

And Trey said he's in jail because he was too big of a coward to express himself.

So to the boys who could do it: thank you. They probably won't let you sit by the knight, but you probably don't care anyway.

Anyway. This post is for everyone, not just the boys who won't read this. 

Thank you for creating such a positive community on these blogs. You read each other's work, you commented, and you built each other up. And you got no credit for it.

There were too many blogs, though. Too many blogs. Too many blogs. I missed so many of them. I missed so many top fives. My heart is overinflated from too many blogs.

There was so much you didn't learn this semester because there was so much I didn't teach.

Some of you have actually been to Paris
And I have the nerve to tell you what it's like
Some of you have lived there since seventh grade.

However,
Some of you have never been out of the state
And some of you will never leave.

[awkward silence while I think of how to end this]

Christmas came four days too early this year. Thank you for that.

This class is Christmas morning. But you don't get Christmas morning every morning. That's what makes it so special.  You still have to put up the lights and find a parking spot at Wal-mart on Black Friday. There are the awkward family parties and the ice melt you have to put on the driveway. Then you have to shovel the driveway and try to fit all those boxes into the recycling bin. And then you have to clean the house all over again. 

Your life is all of it,

it's Christmas morning and the ads on your Spotify Christmas playlist,

and this class was just one morning of your life.

Thanks to those who didn't sleep in.

Sincerely,
Kyle Nelson

15 comments:

  1. Its been an interesting year and there were too many blogs and I don't know how that makes me feel, because shouldn't more blogs be better? Anyway, this is so real. Here's to next semester.

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  2. "The Muhammad Ali of Real Talk." same.

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  3. I wish those boys knew that there is nothing more unattractive than indifference. Passion is better. Much, much better.
    This post was too real. So glad you said this, Nelson. (If only they'd read this. lol.)

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  4. "Writing is not writing, it's just thinking."

    We've got so many beautiful thinkers. Thanks for this post. This class was just a really, really good morning.

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  5. "So to the boys who could do it: thank you. They probably won't let you sit by the knight, but you probably don't care anyway."

    That was awesome

    And the part about .... Me. Well what can I say compliments feel nice and in a narcissist.

    Nelson. Thank you with the upmost sincerity. You are my thorin (Sorry just saw the hobbit for the second time.)
    I will always honour you.

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  6. Christmas came four days too early this year. Thank you for that.

    i dont know what i would have done without this class.. this post is something i could read a thousand times and still feel just as much. Thanks for Paris, Nelson.

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  7. I haven't been to Paris. I've been to Canada though, that's out of the country right? That counts? Someone told me it doesn't.. But i don't care cause I don't need to go to Paris, I'm living there right now and I've seen all these great writers each different cities with great detail in all they write. Some cities were amazing and some were smaller but still good. But you, You are France you are the main city the one that showed us all. Thank you for your time and detail to every class.

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  8. "Some of you have actually been to Paris
    And I have the nerve to tell you what it's like
    Some of you have lived there since seventh grade.

    However,
    Some of you have never been out of the state
    And some of you will never leave."

    you might not remember, but i read a poem about iceland for my final at our open mic in 10th grade.

    writing about iceland was the first time i saw paris.

    and i knew i never wanted to leave.

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  9. I read most of the class's real talks. Such a cool way of introducing yourselves with your real names at the end of the year.

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