Dealing with Fame, A Chilling Memoir

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Dealing with Fame, A Chilling Memoir

Jake Creus, Senior

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July 24, 2018: Much like Demi Lovato, I feel the world’s eyes staring at my every move.

Excerpt taken from a best-selling auto-biography consisting of anecdotes and short stories I plan on writing in the future.

A couple months ago I embarked on a journey I never signed up for. Having newly joined the Garnet Mine’s esteemed team of writers, I knew I had to hit the ground running with my first article. Little did I know that I would become the champion for the new school cafeteria, the activist for better nutrition. Much like Michelle Obama, I understood the dangers terrible food can have on a high school, and decided that something I felt so passionate about would be the ideal subject of my first article.

So now I sit here and wonder, was it worth it?

While I cannot express enough appreciation for the countless praise and support the article received, I realize now that fame can corrupt ones mind. I often times find myself eating the chicken tenders and thinking this is awful, but realistically, the food is merely terrible and not quite at the level of “awful”. Do I think of myself as some food connoisseur, who now instinctively dislikes all food served by the cafeteria? Furthermore, my second article was such a tremendous drop off from my first that I even began to question my journalistic abilities. Every day, I sat in my first period class debating whether I should even start a new article. I couldn’t bear the thought of disappointing the public, who patiently awaited my next work. While I struggled with writers block, I noticed my attitude changed as well. I sat at thanksgiving, and became infuriated at every birthday wish (my birthday was the week prior) I received. Is no one going to congratulate me on my fantastic article which is sparking the greatest change in Rye High School history? Is no one going to mention the hilarious joke I made in my podcast? I bet no one at this table has ever even thought about taking the weight of the world on their shoulders.

All these thoughts and more occupied my mind, my ego growing every second.

Let my story warn you. For fame is not a controllable force but a tsunami with no end in sight. While I’m still managing this unrelenting burden, I’ve learned to live with it. I’ve learned to concede that not everyone was born with the same revolutionary nature, or talent regarding most things. And while I still find it difficult to top my first article (like most journalists must feel), I’ve come to learn that it is not about the recognition the writing receives but about the effect it has on the world.