The way I remember it: I begged my folks not to make me go to college straight from HS because I told them I wasn't mature enough or something. I just knew I wasn't "ready." They made me go. I partied hard (understatement) for a year and came home (after partying all summer to make up for some previous F's) with a GPA that was something like .01 above failing out and told them I had proved my point (immature) and I wasn't going back to school. It was the very first time I had ever stood up for myself to my parents (or probably any else for that matter).
The way dad recalls it: He and my mom "dragged me home by my hair" because I was so out of control.
Time sure does funny things to an old guys memory!
P.S. A year later I went back to school, all grown up and "ready". I aced all my classes (except the semester I had mono) and eventually I even got a master's degree.