I am going to be honest: I never studied much in high school. The night before any exam, I’d allocate one to two hours for studying. Approximately 70 percent of that time was spent staring at my bedroom wall and convincing myself that I needed to study. The other 30 percent of the time was spent scanning through my textbooks (read: looking at the pictures) and reviewing my notes (read: looking at the funny things I drew in the margins).
For the most part, I survived Madera High by doing two things: paying attention in class and asking questions. As long as I did both of those tasks, I was rewarded with a solid understanding of the material and good grades.
Then I came to Stanford.
Now, my schoolwork requires a huge majority of my time and attention. For every one hour I spend in class, I can expect to spend at least two to three in the library. Between hundreds of pages of assigned reading, papers, and problem sets, college seems to be much more about studying than it is about learning from your professors...