I Meant For Fun!

Newton's second law (F = ma) is sacred territory in physics. When someone messes with it by writing it as "F = am" instead of "F = ma," it's like putting pineapple on pizza—a crime against nature that makes physicists twitch uncontrollably. Sure, mathematically it's the same thing, but there's an unspoken cosmic order to these equations. It's like writing "H₂O" as "OH₂"—technically correct but deeply, spiritually wrong. No wonder Thomas is having an existential crisis.

The existential crisis every physics student experiences when they realize that the universe is just one giant math problem. First year: "I'm studying the fundamental laws of nature!" Fourth year: "I'm solving partial differential equations until my brain leaks out my ears." The gun is just a formality at this point.

When you realize combinatorial math produces numbers so ridiculously large that even the estimated 10 80 atoms in the observable universe seems like pocket change. Mathematicians casually calculating 52! for a deck of cards while physicists have an existential crisis in the corner. It's the ultimate "well, actually..." moment when someone thinks astronomy has the biggest numbers.

The infamous E=mc² strikes again. Einstein's equation literally tells us that mass and energy are equivalent—mass is just energy that decided to sit down and take a break. The meme is technically correct; gravity is a curvature in spacetime caused by energy-momentum, not specifically by mass. Mass is just particularly good at staying put while warping everything around it. Next time you're struggling to get off the couch, just tell everyone you're demonstrating relativistic principles.

The eternal funding disparity in academia, illustrated perfectly through SpongeBob! Chemistry gets the Krusty Krab—colorful flags, proper structure, even a fancy jellyfish lamp out front. Meanwhile, physics is stuck with... a literal bucket. The department that studies quantum mechanics and black holes gets housed in what looks like a janitor's leftover supplies. This hits way too close to home for anyone who's ever wandered between science buildings on campus. Chemistry departments swimming in industry grants while theoretical physicists calculate string theory in what might as well be a broom closet. Funding committees be like "You can explain the fundamental forces of the universe in THIS."

Who said rocket science can't be fabulous? Water rockets operate on Newton's Third Law—expelling water at high pressure creates an equal and opposite reaction that sends the rocket skyward. But the real innovation here is proving that thigh-highs and science are completely compatible fashion choices. The space industry has been missing this aesthetic revolution for decades! Next time NASA wonders why youth aren't interested in STEM, maybe they should consider adding striped socks to the dress code. Breaking barriers in both gender expression and amateur rocketry simultaneously—that's what I call efficient experimentation.