Civil Senior Projects Be Like

The eternal battle between engineers and everyone else who just wants a simple explanation. On the left, we have the engineer's soul leaving their body as they launch into a detailed dissertation about overvoltage, resistor failure, and carbonization processes. Meanwhile, on the right, Chad Normalperson just wants you to know the magic smoke got out. Engineers have this inside joke that electronics work because they contain "magic smoke" - once that smoke escapes (when components burn), the device stops working. It's their way of simplifying complex failure modes while simultaneously mocking those who don't want the 47-minute technical explanation.

The mathematical hunger games have claimed another victim! Dad's not winning—he's being consumed by the computational apocalypse. Surrounded by MATLAB, Wolfram, LaTeX, Desmos, Matcad, and Sublime Text 3, he's descended into the ninth circle of numerical hell that every engineer and scientist knows too well. That moment when your code breaks, your equations mock you, and your will to live is inversely proportional to your debugging time. The child's innocent "Dad are u winning?" is the universe's cruelest joke. No child, Dad isn't winning. Dad is discovering why math was invented by ancient civilizations as a sophisticated form of torture.

The engineering student's journey through mathematical hell is brutally captured in three acts. Starting with a wistful "Dear dairy..." at sunrise, followed by late-night studying with "I miss the time..." (and energy drinks, naturally), culminating in the mathematical nightmare below. Those equations aren't just complex—they're existential crisis material! The progression from hopeful journaling to "when maths didn't look like it just came outta my asshole" perfectly encapsulates the descent from optimism to mathematical trauma. The paper covered in physics equations and that yellow mechanical pencil might as well be torture devices. Engineering students don't solve problems—they survive them.

The eternal battle between creativity and automation! Artists are having an existential crisis over AI doing their jobs, screaming "BLASPHEMY!" like it's the end of civilization. Meanwhile, engineers are practically weeping tears of joy—finally free from the tedious parts of their work! The contrast is PERFECT. Engineers built the AI monster and now they're celebrating while artists are planning the revolution. It's basically the tech version of "I created this problem, and I'm thrilled about it!" 😂

The textbook says laminar flow, the professor says turbulent flow, and suddenly you're Tom the cat reading the newspaper in disbelief. Nothing like spending $200 on a textbook only to have your professor declare it's full of lies. That moment when you realize science isn't actually settled and those equations you memorized might be—gasp—simplified models! Next thing you know, they'll tell us the frictionless surfaces in physics problems aren't real either. The betrayal!

Engineering students crying their way through partial differential equations while art majors watch movies? Tale as old as time! The Navier-Stokes equations are basically the mathematical equivalent of trying to describe why water splashes when you drop a rock in it, except it requires several pages of calculus and will probably make you question your life choices. Meanwhile, your friend gets to watch Ryan Gosling dance his way through LA. The universe is clearly playing favorites here. Fun fact: The Navier-Stokes equations are so complex that solving them in 3D space is one of the seven Millennium Prize Problems worth $1 million. So technically, if you ace that final, you might be a millionaire someday!