I was three years into a four-year undergrad business degree. And I was impatient.
I had always known I wanted to be an entrepreneur. It started with washing windows for extra pocket money when I was a kid. By the time I was in high school, I had turned one of my hobbies - paintball - into a viable business. I opened a paintball field, using the profits to branch out into selling equipment.
But college was calling. I wasn't sure it was for me, but I gave into convention and enrolled in a business program. From the beginning, it felt like I was moving in slow motion. Our first-year economics textbook introduced topics - supply and demand, marketing, diversification - I had already had to wrestle with in real life.
But I stuck with it, semester after semester. The prospect of being a "college dropout" was scary. The summer before my final year, however, I made a decision: I wasn't going back. I quickly got used to hearing "You're making a mistake," from my friends and counselors. It felt like I was burning a bridge.