Society If Current Was Defined In The Same Direction As The Flow Of Electrons

The eternal academic hierarchy, displayed in its natural habitat: a Venn diagram. Physicists claim they "can get laid," mathematicians "mock engineers," and engineers... well, they "can't win a Nobel Prize." The central punchline reveals the one thing uniting these feuding disciplines: everyone agrees they're "better than chemists." The scientific equivalent of siblings fighting over who gets to sit in the front seat, except with more equations and fewer Nobel Prizes for engineers. Just another day in the STEM family dysfunction.

Engineering students everywhere just felt a disturbance in the Force! First panel: "Ooh, statics! Forces, equilibrium, Newton's laws—bring it on!" Second panel: *Imperial units have entered the chat* "WAIT NO—how many pounds in a slug again?? And why is acceleration in feet per second squared?!" The true horror isn't monsters under the bed—it's having to convert between mass and weight using a unit literally named after a slimy garden creature. Newton is rolling in his grave!

Physics teachers love blowing students' minds with the fact that light takes 8 minutes to travel from the Sun to Earth. But there's always that one smartass in class (looking like a disappointed seal) who ruins the dramatic moment by pointing out the obvious flaw—if the Sun vanishes at night, we'd be blissfully asleep and completely oblivious for a lot longer than 8 minutes. Nothing like ruining a perfectly good apocalypse scenario with basic logic. The teacher's conspiracy wall in the background really completes the "I've thought of EVERYTHING" energy that physics instructors radiate when dropping these cosmic bombshells.

Mind = blown! This is that moment when you realize even a GAZILLION is basically zero compared to infinity! It's like trying to reach the end of a Netflix queue - no matter how many shows you watch, you're still at the starting line of "infinite content." 🤯 The infinity symbol paired with that stunned expression is pure mathematical existential crisis. Even the biggest numbers we can imagine - trillions, quadrillions, whatever-illions - are basically next-door neighbors to zero when infinity enters the chat!

That moment when philosophical paradoxes hit you at a cellular level! If my body replaces all its atoms every 7-10 years, am I even the same person who started reading this? *existential sweating intensifies* Somewhere, Theseus is nodding in approval while your atoms are quietly planning their exit strategy. Your body is basically running the most sophisticated swap meet in the universe without even telling you.

Billions spent smashing particles together at near-light speeds, and what do we get? A piña colada joke. The Large Hadron Collider—humanity's most expensive physics experiment—reduced to a cocktail pun. Somewhere, Higgs is sobbing into his Nobel Prize while graduate students snicker in the break room. Next time your tax dollars fund fundamental research, remember: it was all for this glorious dad joke. At least the cocktail looks refreshing... unlike the funding situation for most physics departments.