Open book Memes

That escalating dread when you realize the professor's "generous" open-book policy is actually a trap! When they give you 3 whole days to answer just 2 questions, you're not facing an exam—you're facing existential terror. It's like discovering a black hole in your syllabus. Those two questions probably require deriving the unified theory of everything or proving P=NP. The calculator permission is just cruel mockery since you'll need a quantum supercomputer to even understand what's being asked. Every scientist knows this universal truth: the difficulty of an exam is inversely proportional to the number of "helpful resources" allowed. Pure psychological warfare disguised as academic generosity!

Behold the academic Trojan Horse in its natural habitat! The professor lures innocent students with the promise of an "open book exam" only to fill that wooden horse with the "toughest problems ever written" lurking inside. The students eagerly open their gates, thinking they've got an easy victory, completely unaware of the mathematical monsters about to rampage through their GPA. Classic psychological warfare! Even Archimedes would've been like "nope, I'm staying in my bathtub for this one."

The academic horror escalates! First panel: normal exam, manageable. Second panel: time crunch nightmare with 120 questions. But the FINAL BOSS? Just 2 questions over 3 days with ALL resources available. That's when you know you're truly doomed! 💀 It's the professor's twisted way of saying "I've taught you to swim, now survive this tsunami." Those "open book" questions aren't seeking facts—they're hunting for your soul! The more resources allowed, the more existentially terrifying the intellectual depths you'll need to plumb!

When your professor says "open book, use whatever resources you want," that's when you know you're truly screwed. The exam isn't testing your knowledge—it's testing your will to live. Those two questions? They're not questions, they're philosophical treatises requiring you to rewrite the laws of physics while having an existential crisis. Sure, take three days! You'll need two just to process your impending doom and one to actually solve problems that God himself would find challenging. The academic equivalent of "here's a spoon, now dig to China."