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That expression is the universal physics student trauma response. The title bans all the "friendly" textbooks, leaving only the notoriously dense ones that explain quantum mechanics with the phrase "it can be trivially shown that..." right before dropping 17 pages of calculus. Nothing says "I've made terrible life choices" quite like staring at incomprehensible equations at 3 AM while your non-STEM friends are out living.

The rare moment of scientific solidarity. Biologists spend their days dissecting frogs and counting fruit fly babies, while chemists are busy making colorful liquids explode in fume hoods. But nothing unites these natural enemies faster than complaining about calculating projectile motion or deriving Maxwell's equations. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, especially when that enemy involves partial differential equations. Even Darwin and Mendeleev would high-five over this.

Behold the mighty King C, ruler of the scientific realm! While mere mortals struggle to remember a handful of formulas, this absolute unit represents everything that starts with C in science. Speed of light? Carbon? Coulombs? That's just Monday for this guy. The royal "C" sits on the throne of scientific notation, wielding more meanings than a physicist has excuses for failed experiments. And just like in medieval times, this constant is constantly getting into fights with other letters over territory in equations. Fun fact: If you tried to memorize every scientific concept that starts with C, you'd probably graduate just in time for retirement. Science students everywhere are genuinely considering changing their major to "Medieval Studies" where a C is just a letter grade they're trying to avoid.

Just when you think you've mastered the epic battle between Thermodynamics and Electromagnetism, Quantum Mechanics shows up with a baseball bat to ruin your entire semester. Physics students live in this constant state of intellectual warfare where simplified abbreviations like "EMF" and "Thermo" are just cute nicknames we give to the monsters destroying our sleep schedule and sanity. The real joke is that we voluntarily signed up for this abuse and paid thousands for the privilege. Four years later, you'll either emerge as a battle-hardened physicist or transfer to business administration after your first encounter with Schrödinger's equation.