1. Online classes are the best. Sadly, the normies seem to hate them.
2. A large part of my classes don't require studying at all because I know everything anyway.
3. The ones that do sometimes have a really neat material to study - so when I learn it appropriately, I'm ecstatic (but my memory is good).
4. The ones that I despise... Now that's worse. I might skip some classes, hoping that it won't lead to my expulsion (but then again, the unknown limits of the allowed grate on my nerves anyway).
I'm a sprinter, not a marathon runner. Even then, after two months, I finally started skipping classes. The best way to make me care is either near one of the deadlines, or imagine this particular day as uniquely degenerate, debauched, epic and glorious - such as not sleeping at all, studying for 10 hours, being in school for another 10, getting all excellent marks, then going to a 12 hour long sleep. Something exciting, edgy, meaningful.
...I'm still yet to do the above, however. Chronic procrastination! But then again, just give me a clear-cut task, and a clear-cut deadline, and I'll complete it.
...Unfortunately, I was too depressed back in 2014 to employ any of these tactics, so I came back to the Ukraine, haha, and now they're somewhat wasted.