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Hi guys, my name is Cole and I want to be a millionaire.
When I was young, and I mean ages 0-12 or so, I was constantly coming up with ideas. I kept an inventions journal and I asked questions. Why should you have to move the clothes from the washer to the dryer after you're done with a load of laundry? Why can't your car drive itself? And yes, I was a weird kid.
It got so bad my mom started limiting me to telling her two inventions per day. All I ever talked about was how I would grow up to change the world with my products and ideas. I imagined huge international companies and fame beyond my dreams.
As I got older, my passion for ideas dwindled. Maybe it was because as I grew I learned that many of the things I thought were original ideas (including above) already existed. Maybe it was because I had no way to follow through and turn my ideas into actual prototypes. At some point along the way, the invention journal was lost, and I had turned my focus to school and friends and my social life.
I got straight A's in junior high, and high school. I graduated near the top of my class. I always took Honors and/or AP classes and have been a gifted student my entire life. I enrolled at Arizona State (my dream school, but that's a different story), and entered the mechanical engineering program on a big fat scholarship. That's what inventors should do right? If you want to learn about designing and manufacturing products you become an engineer right?
Wrong.
Okay maybe not totally wrong, but I quickly learned that engineering wasn't all that I expected it to be. Yes I had no problem with calculus and I loved physics, but I didn't really want to learn about thermodynamics and I thoroughly despise chemistry. I was getting decent grades, but I had no passion for my work. Soon a hectic personal life started catching up to me and my grades began slipping. I took classes over summer to make up for it. The first semester of my sophomore year started and immediately I knew I didn't want to be there. I thought maybe a change was in order.
I switched my major from mechanical engineering to robotics engineering. It didn't help and the second semester was wasted as well. Summer came and went and I started my junior year, this time as an economics major. What was I doing? Was I good at economics? Yes. Did I care about economics? No. I thought if I got a degree in that field I could make a ton of money. I was chasing money. I had strayed so far from who I really was that I had almost accepted the fact that maybe, I was just meant to be poor. Maybe I was supposed to be an employee.
I'm not going to school this semester. I've wasted a lot of money. Remember that big fat scholarship? Yeah, It's gone. I've been working for a family friend who owns a very profitable and valuable business in the microchip world. I make money and I will have the opportunity to travel in the future and make more. But, this can't be the end of the road.
So here I am. I came across The Millionaire Fastlane and I started reading. Holy shit. I'm a textbook slow-laner. I've always followed the safe route. Wait, you can actually buy a Lamborghini as an "inventor"? I started to feel like my old self and the gears started turning.
I stayed up almost through the night last night. I had an idea, the first in years, and I researched for hours. I started a new journal and wrote down everything. I will make my life into something worth waking up for and I will be successful.
So yeah, that's me I guess. Oh and I play the drums in a band. Apologies for the length and/or grammar, I'm not a writer.
Here's to wealth, however you define it!
When I was young, and I mean ages 0-12 or so, I was constantly coming up with ideas. I kept an inventions journal and I asked questions. Why should you have to move the clothes from the washer to the dryer after you're done with a load of laundry? Why can't your car drive itself? And yes, I was a weird kid.
It got so bad my mom started limiting me to telling her two inventions per day. All I ever talked about was how I would grow up to change the world with my products and ideas. I imagined huge international companies and fame beyond my dreams.
As I got older, my passion for ideas dwindled. Maybe it was because as I grew I learned that many of the things I thought were original ideas (including above) already existed. Maybe it was because I had no way to follow through and turn my ideas into actual prototypes. At some point along the way, the invention journal was lost, and I had turned my focus to school and friends and my social life.
I got straight A's in junior high, and high school. I graduated near the top of my class. I always took Honors and/or AP classes and have been a gifted student my entire life. I enrolled at Arizona State (my dream school, but that's a different story), and entered the mechanical engineering program on a big fat scholarship. That's what inventors should do right? If you want to learn about designing and manufacturing products you become an engineer right?
Wrong.
Okay maybe not totally wrong, but I quickly learned that engineering wasn't all that I expected it to be. Yes I had no problem with calculus and I loved physics, but I didn't really want to learn about thermodynamics and I thoroughly despise chemistry. I was getting decent grades, but I had no passion for my work. Soon a hectic personal life started catching up to me and my grades began slipping. I took classes over summer to make up for it. The first semester of my sophomore year started and immediately I knew I didn't want to be there. I thought maybe a change was in order.
I switched my major from mechanical engineering to robotics engineering. It didn't help and the second semester was wasted as well. Summer came and went and I started my junior year, this time as an economics major. What was I doing? Was I good at economics? Yes. Did I care about economics? No. I thought if I got a degree in that field I could make a ton of money. I was chasing money. I had strayed so far from who I really was that I had almost accepted the fact that maybe, I was just meant to be poor. Maybe I was supposed to be an employee.
I'm not going to school this semester. I've wasted a lot of money. Remember that big fat scholarship? Yeah, It's gone. I've been working for a family friend who owns a very profitable and valuable business in the microchip world. I make money and I will have the opportunity to travel in the future and make more. But, this can't be the end of the road.
So here I am. I came across The Millionaire Fastlane and I started reading. Holy shit. I'm a textbook slow-laner. I've always followed the safe route. Wait, you can actually buy a Lamborghini as an "inventor"? I started to feel like my old self and the gears started turning.
I stayed up almost through the night last night. I had an idea, the first in years, and I researched for hours. I started a new journal and wrote down everything. I will make my life into something worth waking up for and I will be successful.
So yeah, that's me I guess. Oh and I play the drums in a band. Apologies for the length and/or grammar, I'm not a writer.
Here's to wealth, however you define it!
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