I got my Eagle as a freshman in high school. My parents didn't usually have to issue ultimatums/ae, but it was pretty clear to me that my only way out of Scouts was to get my Eagle. I didn't hate it, but felt dorky about it and it did absorb some time that I wanted more to myself. Also, part of advancement in my troop was acting as an assistant patrol leader and patrol leader, which was considerable work and responsibility.
Even so, I stuck around for a year after getting my eagle on "staff," which meant general supervision of patrols, patrol leaders, etc. and was more fun, because you basically just had to handle your own shit and not anyone elses. I also did the national Jamboree, which took place after my year as patrol leader and earning eagle. I thought I'd be on staff there, too, making it more fun. Instead, I miscalculated and they wanted experienced patrol leaders, so I had to fucking revert. In the BSA footage from the 1983 National Jamboree, I can be seen slugging one of my more annoying patrol members in the stomach as we "marched" to some assembly. Not real proud of that, but everyone, including the victim agreed he deserved it for being a pain in the ass.