It was the spring semester of 2012, and my classmates at Wharton were taking job interviews, flying across the country, and figuring out what their first jobs in the “real world” would look like. Exam season is always stressful, and I had even more on my mind: I was hoping to be selected, late that April, in the NFL draft—the fulfillment of a dream I still remember writing about in fifth grade when I was asked what I wanted to be when I grew up.

I studied for finals with the draft playing on the television in my apartment. I didn’t think I would be selected, but as the rounds wore on, I kept wondering if my phone might ring. I didn’t have an agent, but I had worked out in front of NFL scouts at my pro day and registered numbers that placed me among the top five athletic offensive linemen in the draft.

My phone never rang. My dream seemed to be ending before it had a chance to start, and I wondered: What now?

As a Wharton student, I had been exposed to extraordinarily accomplished professors and students with limitless potential. Being immersed in that environment gave me the confidence to bet on myself. As a student, I concentrated in marketing, so I decided I would market myself. I started building a website—aptly named—that became my football résumé; it featured my game film, highlights, and athletic testing scores. My dad helped me find contact information for NFL executives and scouting departments, so I could email them the link. I wondered if I should consider a “fallback option” if football didn’t work out, but my mom told me, “If you have a plan B, you won’t fully commit to plan A.” My parents inspired and supported me diving headfirst into pursuing my goals.

I used the website as a tool to get my foot in the door of the NFL, and it worked—I was invited to rookie minicamp with the New York Jets. After stoning the Jets’ number one draft pick on three straight pass rush attempts and performing well overall, I expected an invite to training camp. Instead, a team official came into the locker room and handed me my stipend for a weekend’s work. I returned to campus for my last final. In lieu of walking at Wharton’s graduation ceremony, I attended the Chargers’ rookie camp the following weekend. The result was the same.

The day before NFL training camps opened that July, I was invited to Green Bay for a workout in front of the general manager, offensive coaches, college scouts, and staff. I performed well enough in this “interview” to be invited to training camp the following day. The experience was dizzying. NFL playbooks are extremely complex compared to college schemes; the physical and mental stress is acute (the roster is trimmed from 90 players to 53 in a six-week period); and you’re competing against the best athletes in the world on a daily basis. The intensity of camp was also familiar, in a sense—it was Wharton, but for football instead of finance. In one of the first practices, I pancaked a Pro Bowl defensive tackle, to the surprise and delight of both myself and my coach. I earned a roster spot and played in seven games my rookie year.

Just when it seemed my NFL ambitions were realized, my career in Green Bay was cut short in my second year by a season-ending injury that sapped me of confidence. Ironically, I had chosen a field in which my Wharton degree was actually a hindrance. Teams were skeptical because I didn’t have the proper football “pedigree,” or because they thought my options beyond the sport would diminish my commitment. Meanwhile, my options within the NFL seemed to have vanished.

Instead of throwing in the towel, I revised my business plan. My agent, Bill Baldini, encouraged me to build a better résumé, so I crossed the border, playing two seasons for the Toronto Argonauts in the Canadian Football League and establishing myself as one of the CFL’s most outstanding linemen. Though I got my swag back and had a few NFL tryouts, I didn’t find a new home. I made a highlight tape of my CFL game film, which led me last summer to Buffalo and then to Carolina, for what was probably my last NFL opportunity.

The Panthers invited me to training camp, and I performed well enough to earn a one-year contract. I saw my first action in the middle of the season, on Monday Night Football, after a teammate was injured. My reward for getting in the game: facing Ndamukong Suh, one of the top defensive linemen in the league. We scored two touchdowns with me at center. My moment was quick, but I’d seized it. Those nine snaps I played served as validation of what I had believed a lifetime ago back on Penn’s campus: I was good enough to succeed.

The 2017 season ended, and two weeks later, this past February, the Panthers offered me a two-year contract—a signal that finally, an NFL team appreciates my grit, work ethic, and persistence. At 28 years old, I head into my seventh professional training camp this summer, competing for the first time in my NFL career to be a starter.

I never thought I would delay putting my Wharton education to use for so long, but in a sense, I haven’t. I’ve been using skills I learned at Penn to market myself and rise to the highest level of competition in my field. Whenever the day comes to trade my helmet and jersey for a suit and tie, my Wharton degree will help open doors. Until then, I plan on chasing my dream for as long as I can, by any means necessary.

Greg Van Roten W12 was named the starting left guard for the 2018 Carolina Panthers.

Published as “Playbook for Success” in the Fall/Winter 2018 issue of Wharton Magazine.