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The Trojan Horse of academia! Theoretical physics sneaks into university departments disguised as regular physics, but secretly it's just a bunch of mathematicians in costume. Those poor unsuspecting physics majors have no idea they're about to be ambushed by partial differential equations and abstract algebra. The most brilliant deception since Schrödinger convinced everyone his cat was simultaneously alive AND dead. At least the mathematicians look comfy in there—probably discussing whether the horse should be modeled as a perfect sphere in vacuum.

The mathematician's ultimate revenge fantasy! Rejecting astrology only to embrace something even more mystifying - divergent series. While horoscopes claim to predict your future based on star positions, mathematicians like Berkeley and Kronecker assign actual numerical values to infinite sums that have no business converging. Those infinite series shown are the mathematical equivalent of astrology to most normal humans - completely nonsensical results that somehow equal fractions. The alternating series 1-1+1-1+... somehow equals 1/2? The natural numbers summing to -1/12? Pure mathematical witchcraft that makes zodiac signs look downright scientific. Next time someone asks for your sign, just tell them you're a divergent series and watch their soul leave their body.

Behold! The perfect fusion of mathematics and existential dread! In navigation, the "angle of depression" is the downward angle from horizontal when viewing something below you. But here? It's a BRILLIANT double entendre! The person isn't just looking down physically—they're looking down emotionally at the world! Their worldview is literally depressed! *cackles maniacally* I've measured my own angle of depression and it's approximately π radians of pure nihilism! That's just basic trigonometry of the soul, my friends!

The stereotypical math professor we conjure in our minds: dignified, bespectacled, dressed in formal attire, ready to solve x+2=5 with scholarly gravitas. Reality: wild-haired young dude in boxer shorts, tattoos everywhere, teaching Maxwell's equations while looking like he just stumbled in from a music festival. Those equations aren't even math—they're physics! The chaotic energy radiating from this professor could power a small city. Expectations vs. reality hits different in academia. Turns out the people unlocking the universe's secrets aren't always the ones who look like they have their own lives figured out.

The eternal struggle of the science enthusiast! Proudly declaring "I believe only in science" while simultaneously failing spectacularly at the actual subjects. The cognitive dissonance is strong with this one! It's like announcing you're a gourmet chef while burning microwave popcorn. The beautiful irony of loving something that clearly doesn't love you back - a tragic romance worthy of Shakespeare, if Shakespeare had flunked calculus too!

That moment when your physics exam goes from "I've got this" to "existential crisis" in 0.2 seconds. Simple Harmonic Motion is supposed to be... well, simple ! But throw in variable mass and suddenly you're solving differential equations that would make Einstein reach for the aspirin. The smile in the image isn't joy—it's the face of someone whose brain has officially left the chat. Physics professors have this special talent for making "simple" problems that violate the laws of reality they just taught you. Variable mass in SHM is basically their way of saying "I chose violence today."