Repeating the general consensus, and based on my own experience, the first two years of college are were you pay your "dues" academically. Required courses, teachers locked into a particular mindset, slack-off students, etc. are par for the course (BTW, why give a shit if the rest of your class isn't as interested as you are in what's being taught? Fuck 'em! If your teacher is close-minded, FINE! Use him! Suck out as much knowledge and experience as you can from him, then do your OWN thing. Learn from his mistakes!).
When you hit your third and fourth year, you're through the worst of it, and you can take classes that interest you, take free electives or self-study courses in film (ask your student advisor about this - you basically teach yourself, and get the required credits, which leads to that degree).
If you're concerned about money, take a year off - bust your ass and start saving your cash. Put yourself on a budget, and during your time off, study, study, study. Then when you've got enough saved, start looking into transferring to another school, etc.
But, since you're looking for college dropout stories - my brother went to Trenton State and dropped out same as Patrick (he lasted about a semester). He literally didn't know what he wanted to do for a major (he toyed with being an Art major like me), he hated his roommates, etc. College wasn't for him. So, he decided that since he liked working with his hands and working with tiny items, he'd try out as an apprentice locksmith. He did that for a couple of years until the company he worked for went belly up.
However, he noticed that while fixing locks and cutting keys, he actually liked working with small items and fine tools (his best memories were of hanging out with our grandfather and fucking around with his tools in Gramps' workroom - Grandpa was an electrician). So, he decided to explore jewelry. He apprenticed at a jewelers in Brick, and thanks to that job went to GIA for classes. Eventually GIA placed him at his present job near Los Angeles, where he met his wife. More classes followed, and now he's an appraiser and doing pretty good for himself.
In my own case, I did my four years at Monmouth College (now University), got my BA in Art, went to the Joe Kubert School to chase my dream of being a comic book artist (I wanted to be the next big Spider-Man artist) and...
Burn out. After one semester. Four years of college straight, with four years of summer jobs, and apart from a Spring Break vacation, no breaks or time off, led to one massive case of artistic burnout. I went back to my last summer job (working for an a weekly advertising magazine) and stayed for 8 years. Couple of jobs after that in advertising and five years as a holographer (which I never ever dreamed of becoming), and now I'm finally an art director.
The comic artist dream? I suppose I could've pursued it, but the comic market just happened to hit the early '90s crash, and it didn't look too secure a career (the holography company I worked for produced many of the holograms for those variant covers that helped cause the industry crash. Oh, irony!). So, I altered my dream a bit. It happens - it's called real life.
Dean, both stories show that anything could happen. While I have to join the chorus here and say "stay in school. Get the degree", you do have options. College bugging you? Take a break! Transfer to another school! Need money? Get your ass on a budget, work a couple of jobs during your time off. Study on your own. You have to seriously sit down, go over what you really want to do with yourself and do what it takes to make that dream come true. Just don't be surprised if things take a different path than you intended.
I still draw a pretty mean Spidey, by the by.