I qualified for the "Gifted and Talented" English course in elementary school, which became AP English after that. I qualified for AP Math in 7th grade, AP History and Science in 10th grade. And because my high school was part of some retarded shit called the
International Baccalaureate program, I was automatically upgraded to AP Spanish when I made the mistake of saying yeah, I want to be part of the highest level everything. (I noticed the IB Program sign was no longer on the building when I drove by recently.)
I either resigned or was kicked out of all of them in the 10th or 11th grade, due to my abysmal work ethic and rapidly deteriorating home life. Adversity and teenagedom kicked my ass hard. And public schools (at least the ones I went to) are focused entirely on grooming the top of the class for school programs that can only be called martial in their rigor, while leaving everyone who doesn't quite qualify to rot in Remedial Reading. So I spent the back end of highschool having the time of my life, taking extra lunches to party with my friends when I showed up at all, easily scoring straight A's in everything, coasting on the inborn talent that qualified me for the AP stuff in the first place while abandoning any pretext at learning how to exert myself. That really bit me in the ass in college.
I actually aced my first semester of college Literature by writing a series of papers about how much I hated Advanced Placement courses, and how the school system was all but designed to punish intelligent slackers, since work ethic is the only real qualification.