First Time Learning About The Double Slit Experiment?

The existential crisis of every physics student captured in four simple panels! First declaring "I'm a physicist" with the confidence of someone who just survived their first quantum mechanics exam. Then comes the crushing self-doubt that haunts every scientist from undergrad to tenure: "Are you good enough to call yourself that?" But the punchline is what makes this painfully accurate - being a physicist isn't about brilliance, it's about being "too dumb to stop" banging your head against impossible problems until something finally makes sense. Newton didn't discover gravity because he was smart; he discovered it because he was too stubborn to give up when the math got weird. The perfect encapsulation of scientific persistence: not genius, just pathological determination in the face of repeated failure. Graduate school in four panels!

The universal physics student experience: mention your major and brace for impact as someone unleashes the dreaded "I HATED physics in school!" followed by their trauma story about failing to calculate the velocity of a frictionless pulley. Meanwhile, you're standing there like a tornado survivor, knowing what's coming but powerless to stop it. The conversation will inevitably spiral into either "explain why the sky is blue" or "so you're basically Einstein?" There's no escape—just the silent scream of someone who just wanted to enjoy their drink without becoming an impromptu therapist for high school science trauma.

Parents naming their kids after fictional characters get eye-rolls and hatred. Meanwhile, physicists' kids walk around with full legal names that double as dissertation titles. Imagine the roll call on the first day of school: "Erwin Rudolf Josef Alexander Schrödinger?" Kid's simultaneously present and absent until the teacher observes him.

The perfect visual representation of calculus trauma progression! First, you're learning basic alphabet variables (K, L, M, N) - no big deal. Then suddenly you're hit with single derivatives (s, p, d, f) and you're like "okay, I can handle this." But then BAM! Partial derivatives and second-order differential equations come crashing down like an avalanche of mathematical horror. That face in the third panel is the exact moment your brain realizes you'll be solving dx²-y² at 2AM while questioning your life choices. Differential equations don't just break your calculator—they break your spirit!

Particle physicists begging for funding is the scientific equivalent of a kid promising to clean their room if they get just one more toy. The meme perfectly captures how researchers desperately try to convince funding agencies that a slightly larger particle accelerator will definitely solve all of physics this time. Meanwhile, dark matter continues to laugh at our pitiful attempts to understand it, much like that smug Pepe face. $22 billion is a small price to pay for the universe's secrets... or so we keep telling ourselves.

The physics hierarchy as determined by some grad student who should be writing their dissertation instead. S-tier features the untouchables: Einstein (relativity guy), Newton (apple enthusiast), and Archimedes (bath time eureka man). A-tier has Dirac (equation hermit), Juan Maldacena (holographic principle wizard), and Steven Weinberg (electroweak unification architect). Meanwhile, B-tier holds Feynman (bongo-playing diagram inventor) and Schrödinger (cat murderer by thought experiment). The empty C and D tiers are where the rest of us apparently belong. Just waiting for the comments section to erupt into theoretical warfare.