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Opening a modern physics textbook for the first time is exactly like staring into the face of existential dread. One moment you're confidently studying classical mechanics, the next you're confronted with quantum superposition, wave-particle duality, and relativistic time dilation. The cat's expression perfectly captures that moment when you realize your understanding of reality was fundamentally incomplete. Schrödinger would appreciate the irony.

The eternal struggle of overthinking the simplest problems! While normal folks just know 7+6=13, some of us feel compelled to derive it from first principles, complete with unnecessary logical proofs and floating equations. It's like needing a PhD to tie your shoes. The brain that can understand quantum mechanics somehow needs to verify that 6 is indeed one less than 7 before accepting basic addition. Next time someone asks you what 2+2 is, just pull out a whiteboard and start with "Well, assuming the Peano axioms hold in our number system..."

Nothing strikes fear into the hearts of math students quite like trying to hand-draw these symbols without them looking like hieroglyphics from a drunk archaeologist! The summation symbol (Σ) with its perfect parallel lines, those curly braces that never match, the integral symbol (∫) that always ends up looking like a deformed snake, and whatever abomination we create when attempting to write the "g" for gravitational acceleration. Even professors with PhDs resort to saying "squiggly bracket thingy" when writing on whiteboards. Pro tip: this is why LaTeX was invented—so mathematicians could finally communicate without their handwriting being mistaken for seismic readings.

The evolution of understanding physics lectures: First, you're confidently saying "OK" with a fully lit-up brain, thinking you're following along. Then it's just "K" as your comprehension starts to fade. Finally, you're reduced to "Roger roger" like a broken robot, hammering your brain with tools because nothing makes sense anymore. The progression from "I totally get this" to "please just tell me what formula to memorize for the exam" happens faster than light breaking the universal speed limit.

The textbook: "But the chemists in Paris who made these three routes..." Chemistry students: *intensely examining green liquid while questioning their life choices* Nothing hits quite like that moment when you're staring at a mysterious green solution wondering if those Parisian chemists were geniuses or just really good at making students suffer. Those safety goggles aren't protecting you from the existential crisis of organic synthesis pathways!

The ultimate engineering turf war! Civil engineers are grinding away at hydraulics with Bernoulli's equation, while aerospace engineers look on in absolute horror at the thought of treating air like water. That 1 g/cm³ density assumption is basically aerospace blasphemy. It's like watching someone solve rocket science with a crayon – technically possible but spiritually painful. Meanwhile, fluid dynamics doesn't care which department you're in – it'll make both groups cry themselves to sleep anyway.