In a rather complicated series of inheritance shuffles, my brother took the family house and offered me to house-sit alone until his family joins in around Autumn. Cheaper per capita, more space, familiar place, has a piano and my nigh-unused drumset, gonna be populated with cool folks. I'm so in.
I've been growing convinced my meds are that mary sue pill from Limitless. It took me nine days to consolidate loose notes from the last few months into a paper, stay on top of my classes like it's nobody's business, read more non-work books over the last month than in two years, fixed my schedule, and most of it happened mostly outside my perception. It's not all positive, but after the initial rough spot and some dosage tweaking, the good outweighs the bad so hard it's not even funny. Wasting all that time to it because of fear of weakness, personal ignorance, and perceived stigma... definitely makes me look stupid in hindsight.
Greek is much harder than it should have been, mainly because (Polish) physicists say the letters wrong. Grammar ranges from "same as Polish" to "what even is that?!" and it helps that the teacher doesn't shy away from dumbing all the linguistic explanations down to our level, at least when prompted. I think a lot of people in the class are refreshingly grateful I proudly wear the dunce hat and ask about everything. The accents and inflections are killing me, though.
Also, this mostly went under the radar: