When Science Teachers Lose Their Last Nerve

Legend has it, this bewildered, star-spangled chimp was once the valedictorian of Monkey U, destined for greatness in evolutionary biology... until the Great Gender Boom of 2024 hit like a banana cream pie to the face. Now he sits, shades on, silently weeping under the heavy burden of explaining chromosomes for the 147th time to a classroom that's way too enthusiastic about creating their own pronouns.

The pure existential despair wrapped in red, white, and blue aviators perfectly captures that "I didn’t sign up for this" teacher energy. It's not just a funny image—it's a whole mood for anyone who’s ever tried to cling to textbook definitions while the cultural tide moonwalks away. The floppy ears, the droopy expression, the sunglasses reflecting broken dreams—every detail screams "Send Help (and maybe a sabbatical)". Whether you're laughing, crying, or awkwardly raising your hand to ask if "spaghetti-self" is a valid identity, this masterpiece will live rent-free in your brain.