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When CAPTCHA asks you to "select all squares with electrons," it's basically asking you to click on EVERY SINGLE SQUARE. That molecule is showing electron orbitals, but electrons aren't in fixed locations—they exist in probability clouds thanks to quantum mechanics. They could be anywhere in those orbitals! It's like asking someone to point to exactly where a teenager will be in a mall. Good luck with that, CAPTCHA. You've created an unsolvable puzzle that would make Heisenberg himself throw his computer out the window.

Oh how the mighty have fallen! The 1925 chemist casually mouth-pipetting concentrated sulfuric acid—you know, just the stuff that can dissolve your organs—while today's lab coat warriors have existential crises over microscopic acetic acid splashes (basically fancy vinegar) on their gloves. Back in my day, we didn't just flirt with danger—we took it to dinner, never called it back, and still expected lab results the next morning. Now we have three safety briefings before you're allowed to look at a beaker sideways. Progress? Perhaps. But something tells me Marie Curie is rolling in her (likely still radioactive) grave.

The reality of online organic chemistry classes hits different. Five identical images of a student staring intensely at their laptop, supposedly mastering complex reaction mechanisms... then the truth drops in the final panel: just drawing hexagons. Literally just hexagons. The universal experience of pretending to understand stereochemistry while secretly drawing the only molecular shape you remember from high school. Those benzene rings aren't going to draw themselves, and neither is your understanding of nucleophilic substitution reactions.

The number of electrons in an atom equals... the number of electrons. Revolutionary stuff. Next up: water is made of water. This is the kind of circular reasoning that makes my lab supervisor stare blankly into the abyss for hours. It's like asking how many fingers you have and triumphantly answering "the same number as my fingers." Pure tautological brilliance that deserves its own Nobel Prize category.

The ultimate chemistry student breakup! This meme hilariously captures that bittersweet moment when you finally finish your organic chemistry courses and can say goodbye to those intimidating textbooks. After countless late nights with reaction mechanisms and molecular structures, you're free at last! It's like a relationship that was intense, painful, but somehow character-building. Those textbooks by Clayden and Morrison & Boyd weren't just books—they were your demanding partners in a complicated relationship that tested your sanity! Now you're driving off into the sunset of your science career, a changed person who survived the notorious "orgo" gauntlet!

The chemical formula H 2 O 4 U looks innocent until you realize it's a clever marketing ploy for "water for you." But chemically? That's hydrogen, oxygen, and uranium—essentially "uranium dioxide peroxide," which would be a radioactive nightmare in a water bottle. The doctor's "hold up now" is every chemist's internal scream when marketing departments try to make chemistry "cute." This is why we keep the periodic table locked up at night.