In high school, we had the option of taking classes at the local junior college for dual credit. I found out that the the official recording day (when classes/attendance are officially counted with numbers going to the state for funding purposes) was a week before you could drop classes at the Juco and still get a full refund. So I dropped the three dual credit classes I had in that window and spent my senior year going to class from only 10 to 3 (with two lunch periods, of course).

I would also frequently threaten to drop out of high school anytime I was facing discipline. I was a national merit scholar, Hispanic merit scholar, and already had scholarships locked up my junior year, and the school I eventually attended had told me a GED would be fine for enrollment. I think I was the only thing keeping the school from being academically insufficient by state standards, and my scholarship offers super inflated the numbers my school could claim. They needed me to graduate more than I did. Despite only having three hours of classes (something I later found in undergrad), that made it super easy to just not feel like going at all. End of the year, the assistant principal signed off on about 90 hours of classes I was suppose to make up to graduate.