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The eternal divide between theoretical and practical engineering in four panels. First panel: innocent bystander asks buff engineer how they achieved such physique. Second panel: engineer responds with the most engineering answer possible - "I approximate." Third panel: reality hits when they admit they did exactly one push-up. Fourth panel: shocked observer's reaction says it all. This is precisely why engineering textbooks say "assume a frictionless surface" and then somehow build actual bridges that don't collapse. The gap between theoretical calculations and practical implementation is where engineering nightmares are born.

When your passion for traditional construction materials goes WAY beyond hobby status! This person's brother has turned brick vs. concrete into the ultimate architectural hill to die on. The progression from German construction fascination to concrete-block-smashing vigilante is the most intense materials science journey ever documented. That breakdown in London over brutalist architecture? Pure engineering emotions in their rawest form! The family dinner table has transformed from political debates to heated discussions about building materials—which honestly might be more productive than politics anyway! Next Thanksgiving, just bring some vintage clay bricks as a peace offering.

Electrical Engineering students know the true horror of circuit analysis. When your professor casually asks you to "just apply Kirchhoff's Law" and then presents you with what appears to be a summoning circle for the ancient god of tangled wires and burnt resistors. Nothing says "I've made a terrible career choice" quite like staring at mystical runes when you expected a simple RLC circuit. At this point, you're not solving for voltage—you're solving for which demon to sacrifice your GPA to.

Engineering students spend years solving impossible equations, building precarious structures out of toothpicks, and surviving on caffeine molecules alone—only to graduate and realize they've been so focused on not failing that they never planned for success! It's like constructing a perfect bridge to nowhere. Four years of calculating stress tolerances just to experience the ultimate stress: existential uncertainty! 🧪 The classic Plankton panic face is basically every engineering grad when the protection of academia dissolves and the real world asks, "So what now, genius?" Suddenly all those differential equations don't help you differentiate between career paths!

The crushing realization that those fancy differential equations don't translate to fancy bank accounts! Parents and society sell engineering as the golden ticket to wealth, but the reality hits harder than a thermodynamic crash. The left panel shows the classic parental ultimatum—doctor or engineer—because apparently artistic careers are just elaborate ways to starve creatively. Meanwhile, the right panel captures that soul-crushing moment when you realize your engineering degree mainly qualifies you to understand exactly how everything around you works while barely affording any of it. The salary-to-student-debt ratio is basically the world's most depressing mathematical function.

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.