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Engineering departments bursting at the seams while pure mathematics sits empty? Yep, that's modern education in a nutshell! Everyone's scrambling for those "practical" degrees that promise employment, while abstract mathematical theory collects dust. The irony? Those engineering formulas they're studying were developed by the mathematicians they're avoiding. It's like everyone wants to drive the car but nobody wants to know how the engine works!

Chemistry teachers start with such confidence! "The octet rule is absolute! Atoms want 8 electrons in their outer shell!" Then comes the inevitable backpedaling when students learn about the exceptions... Hydrogen: "I'm good with 2." Transition metals: "We'll take 18, thanks." Boron: "5 is my lucky number." Xenon compounds: "Rules? What rules?" It's like teaching kids that Columbus discovered America, then spending the next 10 years explaining why that's completely wrong.

The scientific reductionism food chain in its natural habitat. Biology students discover their field is just applied chemistry, only to watch chemistry students have their own existential crisis upon learning it's all physics. Then the final gut punch hits physics students: everything reduces to mathematics. The academic equivalent of finding out your entire research career is just a specialized calculator with imposter syndrome.

The secret workout regimen of organic chemistry students has been revealed! Drawing hexagons (benzene rings) thousands of times and doing exactly ONE push-up is apparently enough to transform you into a hulking figure of molecular mastery. Meanwhile, the rest of us can barely remember which way the OH group points! The true path to chemistry gains isn't protein shakes—it's just endless structural formulas and that singular, legendary push-up that has professors questioning their teaching methods.

The CRUSHING DEFEAT of academic discovery! You spend weeks hunting for that perfect paper, convinced it'll solve all your research problems... then BAM! The publisher wants $39.99 for 24-hour access to six pages of text. The academic equivalent of finding water in the desert only to discover it costs more than premium champagne! Even Sci-Hub can't help you this time, you poor knowledge-thirsty soul. The gatekeeping of scientific knowledge continues its reign of terror!

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!