200+ Hilarious Academic Puns for Students, Teachers & School Nerds

I’m majoring in pun-ology.

School is my class-act performance.

I have too much class to fail.

Education is pun-derful!

Academics are a real test of character.

I’m writing my thesis on why I procrastinate.

Stay scholarly, not sorry.

I’m totally in my element—of surprise!

I’m a class clown with honors.

My GPA stands for “Great Pun Ability.”

Without geometry, life is pointless.

Algebra: where X marks the spot.

I only have acute sense of humor.

I’m over it—just like a graph line.

You can count on me to divide the fun.

I tried to be rational, but I went off on a tangent.

My love for math is exponential.

We’re adding to the laughter.

Don’t be mean—just be above average.

Parallel lines have so much in common—it’s sad they’ll never meet.

I’ve got chemistry with academics.

Physics is a real force to be reckoned with.

Don’t trust atoms—they make up everything.

Biology is life. Literally.

I’m periodically punny.

I can’t resist a magnetic personality.

I lab science jokes.

Newton’s laws? More like Newton’s LOLs.

Let’s bond over electrons.

My knowledge is always in motion.

I’m revolting—just ask my history teacher.

Julius Seize-her grades!

I came, I saw, I studied.

Napoleon was short-tempered.

The Renaissance was a real art attack.

I history’d the test.

Ancient jokes never get old.

This class is monumental.

Don’t go Roman around without your textbook.

Civil War reenactors have real conflict resolution skills.

I’m booked for the weekend.

Poetic justice is the best kind of sentence.

Metaphors be with you.

Grammar puns are capital!

I’m reading between the puns.

Too many similes spoil the sentence.

I’m on the write track.

This pun is brought to you by the letter P.

Punctuation can really make a point.

My puns are novel-worthy.

I’m late, but at least I’m pun-ctual.

I excel in Excel.

Recess is my major.

My backpack holds more snacks than supplies.

Tests are just questions with trust issues.

I got straight A’s—Absolutely average!

School spirit? I’m haunted by it.

My locker’s organized chaos.

Cafeteria food: the real final exam.

I pencil in my procrastination.

I’m totally test-tified.

Final exams are the real final boss.

Pop quizzes are rude surprises.

I’ve got multiple choice anxiety.

Cram it like it’s hot!

I studied abroad—in the library.

I’m scantronically stressed.

I’m a scholar under pressure.

I’ll sleep when finals are over.

Test today, rest tomorrow.

My teacher is chalk-full of knowledge.

She grades with pun-ctuation.

He rules with a ruler.

I give my teachers an A for sarcasm.

Educators are pun-damental.

They raise the bar (and the homework).

This lesson is off the charts.

Don’t test the teacher—unless it’s multiple choice.

Great teachers multiply knowledge.

They lecture, we pun-der.

I majored in overthinking.

College: where sleep is a myth.

I’m dorm-antly punny.

Tuition’s high, but so am I—on coffee.

I minor in microwave meals.

Thesis and thank you.

Finals week? More like cry-nals week.

Dean’s list? I thought it was a grocery list.

I’m rushing—both classes and sororities.

GPA = Gasp, Panic, Agonize.

Cap it off with a pun!

I’m gown and outta here.

Mortarboard? I hardly know her!

Tassel was worth the hassle.

It’s a degree of excellence.

Grad-itude is in order.

I’m feeling super grad-ified.

Class dismissed—for good!

School’s out forever—pun intended.

I’m a grad-u-pun-ate.

I’ve got a studious sense of humor.

Study like there’s no tomorrow (because there’s a test today).

I’m not cramming, I’m data-stuffing.

My study strategy? Panic, highlight, repeat.

Flashcards are my love language.

Study groups: where no one actually studies.

I’m in a complicated relationship with my textbook.

Highlighters make everything look important.

I studied abroad—in my pajamas.

I’m making puns instead of notes.

Homework is the ultimate plot twist.

I’m doing my “due” diligence.

Homework: because school doesn’t stop at school.

I’m writing essays and wrongs.

It’s called “home”work, but I do it anywhere but home.

I thought homework was optional—turns out, so was sleep.

I can’t come out tonight—I’m grounded… in assignments.

My homework folder is a paper graveyard.

Teachers throw shade—then throw homework.

Homework is a pun-ishment.

I’m overdue for some quiet time.

Silence is golden—unless you’re dropping books.

This library is a fine place—literally.

I’m booked every weekend.

I go to the library to check out more than books.

I shelve my feelings.

It’s a fiction-fueled fantasy.

The only place where I whisper “shhh” to myself.

This story checks out.

I’m here to read between the shelves.

I came, I argued, I conquered.

Let’s give them a clause for concern.

I’ve got a lot of opinion-ion.

I speak pun-speak fluently.

Mic drop—gently, of course.

This podium is my stage.

I raise points and eyebrows.

I put the “arg” in argument.

Rebuttal? I barely know her!

Persuade me not to pun—I dare you.

This essay has too many characters—just like me.

I write, therefore I pun.

Puns are my thesis statement.

I’m an over-thinker with a keyboard.

Write or wrong, here I come.

I’m typing my way to mediocrity.

I cite my sources: punspiration and caffeine.

Word count: infinite. Ideas: zero.

I write best under duress—due tomorrow stress.

Grammarly is my co-author.

I’m on a pun-quest for knowledge.

My hypothesis? Puns are funny.

I’ve collected my data—now to make jokes.

I’m peer-reviewed and pun-approved.

I cite my puns in MLA format.

Finding facts and dropping laughs.

Research is my lab of love.

I’ve got a bibliography of bad jokes.

This pun has been footnoted.

I’m drafting history—one pun at a time.

I’m the class clown—on the honor roll.

My desk is my pun pit.

I raise my hand for snacks.

I’m present… in body, not mind.

I obey the golden rule: laugh often.

I sit in the back to avoid pop culture shock.

I’m on a chair of command.

Hall passes are my escape route.

When in doubt, doodle out.

I put the “sass” in class.

I’m not tired—I’m just academically exhausted.

Burnout? More like crash-and-learn.

I’m fried, but my brain’s still sunny side up.

I’ve hit my mental GPA limit.

The only thing I’m studying now is sleep.

I’m fueled by hope and instant noodles.

My brain took a gap year—without me.

Burnout is my unofficial major.

Coffee is my tutor now.

I’m writing my will in blue exam ink.

I’m on the Dean’s List of Dad Jokes.

Honor roll? I rolled in by pun-chance.

Cum laude and pun-loudy.

I got an award for best attendance—at the vending machine.

Summa pun laude.

My GPA is PUNderful.

I earned this medal in punmanship.

My diploma came with a pun-seal of approval.

I gave a valedictory speech—full of puns, of course.

These honors are pun-earned.

It’s the most school-derful time of the year.

New semester, same stress.

I’m all set with new supplies and old excuses.

Fresh pens, fresher puns.

Back to school, back to cool.

The bell tolls for thee—and thy tardy self.

Pencils down, heads up!

I’m bringing the chalk back.

Syllabus: the scroll of doom.

I’m off to a pun-derful start!