And The 20% Was The Highest In The Class

That moment when you realize your organic chemistry skills are about to be absolutely demolished by someone who casually balances redox equations for fun. Nothing quite like watching your carbon-based dreams get oxidized into CO 2 by a person who memorized the entire periodic table... including the lanthanides. The academic equivalent of bringing a plastic spoon to a thermonuclear war.

The hierarchy of science representation is hilariously accurate! Physics gets all the spotlight and attention (literally being held up high), while Chemistry is just trying to stay afloat and not drown in its own solutions. Meanwhile, Biology is just... dead at the bottom of the pool like that forgotten experiment in the back of your fridge! The scientific pecking order in full display - physicists think they're explaining the universe, chemists are barely keeping their heads above water with all those equations, and biologists are just decomposing with their specimens. Funding distribution in a nutshell!

The mathematical notation for a derivative with respect to time is typically written as dx/dt. But this rebellious equation replaces the "d" with middle fingers, turning a standard calculus expression into a hostile function! It's basically how every calculus student feels after their third all-nighter trying to solve differential equations. The rate of change of x with respect to t, but make it aggressively sassy. Pure mathematical insubordination—when your function is telling time itself to go take a hike.

The hierarchy of mathematical rigor in a nutshell. Mathematics struts around like some cosmic overlord. Physicists reluctantly bow to mathematical reality while muttering about "reasonable assumptions." Meanwhile, engineers are in the corner cackling as they round π to 3 and declare "close enough for government work." The difference? Mathematicians prove it works, physicists explain why it works, and engineers just need it to not explode. Preferably.

This meme is pure calculus trauma in picture form! The person is being absolutely wrecked by L'Hôpital's rule—that magical mathematical sorcery that saves us when we're stuck with indeterminate forms like 0/0 or ∞/∞. The "you don't know your limits" is a brilliant double entendre—referring both to mathematical limits AND personal boundaries. And that "stfu, L'Hôpital" response? That's the universal cry of every calculus student at 2AM before an exam, desperately trying to find derivatives of increasingly horrifying functions. The mathematical PTSD is REAL, people!

The mathematical cold war continues. Constructivists believe you should directly build mathematical objects to prove they exist, while contradiction fans just assume something doesn't exist and wait for reality to implode. It's like telling a constructivist "I proved my keys exist by assuming they don't and then finding a contradiction when I drove to work." That fist in the air isn't celebration—it's the universal symbol for "I will construct a counterexample to your entire existence."