Studying Memes

GASP! Someone doing physics WITHOUT digital crutches?! The HORROR! 😱 In a world where we've outsourced our brains to silicon, this brave soul is calculating trajectories with *checks notes* actual neural connections! Classical mechanics with just pencil and paper is like churning butter by hand or sending smoke signals instead of texts. Next thing you know, they'll be deriving the Schrödinger equation on a napkin while making direct eye contact. Absolute madlad behavior! The ancient physicists are nodding in approval from the great laboratory in the sky.

Just finished Feynman Volume I and feeling pretty confident? Oh honey... Volumes II and III are looking at you like "that's cute." It's the physics equivalent of thinking you've climbed a hill only to turn around and see Everest and K2 staring back at you. The first volume lulls you into a false sense of security with mechanics and radiation, then BAM! – quantum mechanics and statistical physics show up to crush your soul. Nothing humbles a physics student faster than realizing they've barely scratched the surface of Feynman's brilliant torment.

The eternal physics student struggle captured perfectly! On the left, we have the exam expectations—a terrifying buffet of thermodynamics equations, Schrödinger's equation, and van der Waals equation—all guarded by a muscular, intimidating Doge. Meanwhile, on the right is the sad reality: all that survived the pre-exam cramming session is the ideal gas law (PV = nRT) repeated over and over. That's it. That's the entire knowledge base, accompanied by a derpy lab Doge who's clearly as lost as your understanding of quantum mechanics. The ideal gas law is the physics equivalent of knowing only "E=mc²" and hoping it somehow applies to every question. Spoiler alert: it doesn't. Your professor spent months teaching complex thermodynamic principles, and your brain decided "nah, just remember the gas thingy."

When you're trying to study physics but the textbook author decided that clarity was for the weak. That equation isn't just nonsensical—it's a declaration of war. No wonder the cat's about to commit a crime of passion against that textbook! Nothing triggers academic rage quite like an equation that looks like someone let their toddler bang on a keyboard while simultaneously sneezing. The author probably got paid by the variable and thought "hmm, how can I make students question their life choices today?"