Someone Should've Warned Him

The eternal mystery of engineering captured in its purest form! Even the children of engineers have zero clue what their parents actually do all day. It's the ultimate profession of "trust me, I'm doing important things with math somewhere." Engineers spend years learning complex formulas only to eventually admit they're just professional Googlers with fancy calculators. The second comment is the chef's kiss - even engineers' own offspring can only describe their parents' profession as "disappears for 8 hours, returns mysteriously tired." Next time someone asks what engineers do, just mumble something about "optimizing systems" and change the subject!

The TRAUMA of vector calculus strikes again! This poor soul has mastered so many right-hand rules that their brain has short-circuited into total hand confusion. It's like when you've spent 14 straight hours figuring out cross products, curl, and magnetic fields, and suddenly your fingers don't even feel like they belong to your body anymore. Your thumb points in the direction of the magnetic field, your index finger follows the current, your middle finger... wait, which one was that again? BRAIN MELTDOWN COMPLETE. Even NASCAR drivers would find this easier than keeping track of which finger goes where after your 80th right-hand rule application!

When your entropy approaches zero, so does your sex life. Chemical engineers understand that disorder is essential for interesting reactions. Statistically speaking, a perfectly ordered system leaves no room for... spontaneity.

Engineering professors: "You need precise calculations and specialized software to design an airfoil!" Engineering students after one semester: "Watch me draw this perfect NACA profile with a Sharpie while half asleep." The true mark of an aerospace engineer isn't understanding Bernoulli's principle—it's the ability to doodle a decent airfoil on command during boring meetings. That curved line is worth $80,000 in student loans right there!

Engineering students preparing for finals is basically a crash course in cognitive dissonance. Left brain: "I should thoroughly understand these complex thermodynamic principles from this 800-page textbook." Right brain: "YouTube man explain ANSYS in 10 minutes, me pass test now." The desperate scramble to balance proper education with last-minute shortcuts is the true engineering feat here. Nobody mentions this particular law of thermodynamics: knowledge absorption is inversely proportional to exam proximity.

STEM fields fighting over who gets to claim the smartest students is the academic equivalent of medieval knights competing for a princess's favor. Physics majors strut around with their fundamental forces, mathematicians flex their abstract reasoning muscles, engineers build impressive contraptions to show off, and computer scientists code their way into the spotlight—while finance majors just wave their future paychecks. Meanwhile, the brilliant students are just trying to figure out which field won't crush their souls (and maybe pay the bills).