Hoo boy... Well, now that I'm a Bachelor of Arts, I can confess my sins.
Ladies and gentlemen, possible lurking college professors, students of all kind...I am a genius. Not like a super-genius who can memorize ever strain of Malaria by heart (because I only remember one), but the sort of genius that does something really clever that...probably won't work for others.
Let me first assure you that my cirriculum through college was mostly successful and I only withdrew from one class, taking it later instead because that was a rough year. Now, the thing that happened was...this. Somewhere along the lines, I realized that - for me - taking down notes was actually counter-productive unless it was a very important thing I might have trouble remembering. That being the case, I sat in class and just listened carefully, taking down the important highlights only. This worked.
It got to the point where I barely ever took any notes at all, and then the strangeness happened. I looked at all my reading assignments and realized "Wait, this was all in class and it's exactly what will be on any of the tests. I don't need to read any of this.". I ended up skimming only when the subject required alot of review. I ended up not studying for a number of things.
Now then, this would seem unhealthy to alot of people. I didn't study, I procrastinated work, I hung out with my friends... How EVER did anything ever get done on time or decently passable? Dunno, really. Everything in class must've sunk in and was workable to the end results. I suppose I could've pushed myself to a point where I beat the socks off of a number of folks, but I'm pretty certain I would've liked college alot less that way. I preferred to enjoy myself.