The Academic Identity Crisis

Poor John Venn, forever in Euler's shadow! Mathematicians know the pain—Leonhard Euler was the ultimate mathematical colonizer, slapping his name on everything from constants to functions to diagrams. The comic perfectly captures that one mathematician friend who insists on "well, actually"-ing every conversation with unnecessary precision. "Those aren't Venn diagrams, they're technically Euler diagrams!" Meanwhile, John Venn sits in the mathematical afterlife thinking, "I created one thing, and I can't even have that?" The mathematical equivalent of discovering a continent and having someone else's name on all the maps.

The greatest lie in scientific history isn't cold fusion or perpetual motion—it's telling yourself you'll "wake up early to finish it." Your brain's prefrontal cortex, responsible for planning, is basically DRUNK with fatigue at night, making future-you seem like some magical productivity unicorn! Meanwhile, your circadian rhythm is cackling in the background because it KNOWS tomorrow-you will hit snooze 17 times. The sleep-deprived brain is essentially a delusional optimism machine, convincing you that 5AM-you will somehow have superhuman abilities that 11PM-you clearly lacks. Spoiler alert: Future-you is just as human and will absolutely hate past-you for this biological betrayal!

Behold, the terrifying threat of mathematical notation! Someone call Homeland Security—we've got a person wielding derivatives at 30,000 feet! The true terrorist organization isn't what you think... it's Al-Gebra , armed with weapons of math instruction! This poor mathematician was just trying to solve some differential equations (you know, those squiggly symbols with dx/dy that describe how things change) when Karen next to him thought he was plotting in Arabic. Turns out the only thing he was plotting was a function on the coordinate plane. The real crime here? Mathematical profiling.

The eternal struggle of scientific career progression! Former interns desperately trying to claw their way back into research institutions is basically a modern scientific ritual. You spend months pipetting liquids, calibrating instruments, and writing meticulous lab notes, only to be released back into the wild with a certificate and a dream. Then comes the desperate fence-clinging phase where you're practically screaming your qualifications at the security gate. The scientific career ladder isn't a ladder at all—it's more like trying to scale a fence while the academic gatekeepers pretend not to hear your increasingly frantic pleas for employment. The transition from "Let me in" to "LET ME INNNNNN!!!" perfectly captures that moment when your student loan statement arrives!

The top panel shows people laughing hysterically claiming "THE CHEMISTRY TEST IS GOING GREAT" while the bottom panel reveals the horrifying truth: "PH=17" 😱 For the chemistry nerds keeping score at home, this is basically the equivalent of breaking the universe. The pH scale only goes from 0-14, measuring how acidic or basic a solution is. Seeing pH=17 would be like witnessing the laws of chemistry having a complete meltdown! That shell-shocked expression is the perfect reaction to realizing you've either created a substance that shouldn't exist or completely botched your calculations. Either way, your lab report is going to need a very creative explanation...

The question asks how many bags are needed to hold 63 kg of rice divided into 7 bags... which is obviously 7! But the sneaky wording makes you second-guess the obvious answer. It's the mathematical equivalent of asking "Who's buried in Grant's Tomb?" 😂 This is basically every math teacher's attempt to catch students who don't read carefully. The problem statement literally gives you the answer while trying to trick you into doing unnecessary division. Math teachers everywhere are high-fiving each other over this one!