But this clear direction from a young age had its price. I lost interest in school, and my grades fell sharply.

My love for design took over, making me unhappy with other subjects.

I stayed only to avoid disappointing my parents, friends, and teachers.

But four weeks into my senior year, something shifted within me.

At 18, I felt responsible for my own path.

One day, just after lunch, I walked out of school and never returned.

The rest is history.