While I can’t recall any but one lecture of my undergraduate degree, I can confirm that I was paying attention. I mean, I passed after all, but they didn’t stay with me. What I remember most – apart from that one memorable hour – were the seminars in which I strove to utter as few words as possible but to make every one count. I was acutely aware of this intense desire to say as much as possible brutally economically so that I wouldn’t say anything stupid but would leave an impression of studious brilliance that would stimulate deep thought amongst my peers.
Did it work? Not really. They all just thought I was quiet and withdrawn and I was referred to Welfare because I was terribly pale and someone had expressed concern that I was anaemic. Happy days though.