Real Life Pacman

Pacman

It’s a real life game in YG

Ok, all the tables are set up

Ready...

Go!

Wobble wobble wobble wobble

YG got a new mashpia. Now, as far as we have seen, a mashpia just sits at the end of zal, makes sure things aren’t too crazy, and just does his thing while bochurim occasionally come up to him or he calls them over.

Not this guy

How many miles you reckon he racks up per year? He is constantly going all around zal (and he’s a quick little guy) chasing down bochurim that are standing up and not learning.

So I have my own little game

And the more bochurim (we’re the ghost characters) the better

I stand up

He stands up

I walk

(wobble wobble wobble)

He indirectly chases me {I wonder if he even realizes}

(wobble wobble wobble)

Turn, through the tables, turn

Wobble wobble wobble

&#%^!

Dead end!

Wobble wobble wobble

Bloop!

He got me, game over, return to seat

Restart

Wobble wobble wobble...

Finally There

...The young American man walked back into zal, in complete surprise, reminiscing the first time he went off to yeshiva in NY. There too the yeshiva, designed for baal teshuvas, was divided into levels and he remembered walking into the classroom for the first time and meeting the rebbe for level one, the lowest level. Remembering that just strengthened the feeling that he had just died (pulverised, burned, and the ashes thrown into the sea) and then resurrected (all decked out in white).

It was probably because he spent a whole year humorously and constantly idolizing them, going on and on how they just knew everything, got away with everything, and could do everything (including levitate and use Jedi mind tricks, actually, it’s the Jedis that use shiur Aleph mind tricks), but he felt lighter than air (or at least like he was made of some sort of fluffy dessert). Even better, for the first time since he came, he felt completely content (relatively speaking). He had finally done what he said he’d do in the beginning.

R. Cohen had called him into the office, for a second time that day after first giving a somewhat-hopeful-but-mostly-a-letdown talk about his desire to move up to the highest shiur, and told him that he had just been officially put up. Put up to shiur Aleph. He couldn’t believe it! It was ten times better than last time. He was certain he wasn’t going to make it that zman, maybe not ever, but he did! Now he would have a new schedule, Hebrew tests, closed book feirherts, and try to keep up w/ whatever it is that shiur Aleph is supposed to do (he was never actually sure what they have to do).

Maybe it was because he would never shut up about it, but damn he made it.

Shiur Aleph

...ok now what?