My story is a little different, I suppose.
I managed to miss too much school to graduate with my High School Class in 1965. IIRC, one could miss up to 40 days and still either go on to the next level or graduate. But, I missed too much.
It wasn't my fault, really. It's just that I discovered girls and how soft and sweet they were and how much I liked to be with them at the beach or other places (any place but school). So, I started skipping classes with a bunch of other kids, half of which were my favorite play things-girls.
It all caught up with me in February of '65 and my choices were to repeat my Senior year or quit. I quit and went to join the Marine Corps.
I went to the recruiter's office at 8AM and waited for him till almost noon. The Air Force guy and the Navy guy tried to seduce me away, but I held out.
Then, about noon, I decided the Marine was a no-show and talked to the Army recruiter. "All you want to do is carry a rifle?
We can take care of that!"
And he did.
I still like girls just fine, but, if I could go back in time....
Bob