I never became best friends with the auditors in my class, so I wrote a poem about them instead.

When I walked into my first class last semester, I was slightly confused by the old man sitting in the back of the room, wearing a hat that looked like it came straight out of my grandfather’s closet. I was informed that he was an auditor and never paid much attention to him (except for when his snoring distracted me from lectures). So when I walked into the first day of Magic and Monsters in Yiddish Literature, I had low expectations for the gaggle of auditors present, but two women, Joann and Naomi, stole my heart. From impeccable style and bringing us homemade treats, these two lovely auditors became the highlight of the class. It’s been a week since our last class and I miss them dearly. Please enjoy this little acrostic poem I wrote to fill the void of their absence.

Joyful characters that motivate me to come to class.

Oh, how I love listening to you two catch up on each other’s lives,

And from afar, I wish to join in the conversation, telling you all of my gossip.

Never have I so desperately wanted to borrow someone’s jewelry 

Nor have I longed for someone to adopt me as their pseudo-grandchild so badly.

A kind gesture, bringing us homemade cookies for Purim

Not to mention, to-go bags so we wouldn’t go hungry on a jovial holiday.

Did you know that we shed a few tears because we were so moved?

Never without an insightful comment or silly joke.

Are you aware there’s a group of college students mildly obsessed with you?

Or that you are probably cooler than I will ever be?

Magic and Monsters would not have been the same without you.

I miss you already.

Joann and Naomi, if you’re reading this, I hope it’s not too late for us to be friends or for me to get your cookie recipe. Let’s get bagels sometime?

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