Fame is a pipe dream for spastic teenagers who read People and US magazines while wallpapering their room with clippings of Justin Bieber and Taylor Lautner. These people will either eventually become famous in completely the wrong way (we'll call this the Jersey Shore path), or will try desperately to become famous by any means necessary and end up getting a sharp bop across the bonce by the lvl 99 Rogue known as Reality, and his +48 Club of Lifefuckery.
Training to be an actor in a very exclusive program at a studio with a reliable reputation for producing famous people (the good kind of Edward Norton "Hey that guy is talented" famous, not the Snooki "Dear God, why won't she go away" kind of famous), you'd think fame would be a driving factor to my classmates and I, but it couldn't be farther from the truth. People who are really willing to dedicate their lives to a medium that could result in fame (acting, music, writing, etc.) know that the odds of becoming famous are akin to winning the lottery, and put that behind them pretty much as Step 1 of learning their craft.