I wouldn't be taking these classes if I wasn't expecting them to be vital to my future. It was the same the first time around, except back then I didn't give a fuck what the classes were for.
This is how I've approached my classes now. I want to squeeze every ounce of value out of the 90 minutes I have with the professor, hungover fratboy on the left be damned.
Me in 2010? Constitutionally incapable of giving a fuck.