When I walked into the computer lab at school during orientation, I was immediately hit by a memory from age 9. Me and my cousins were there during some sort of… civilian hours deal. One of my favorite things to do was read movie scripts and that afternoon I found myself reading the Titanic script (I was 9, please keep tha— no, wait. Fuck you. I’d do it today, too. Leo 4-eva). Knowing we had to leave soon, one of us suggested that we each print out our own copy. 3 Titanic scripts.
More than 600 pages later, complete with three refills of the printer tray by the woman at the desk, and three dozen college kids giving us a mean sideeye while waiting for their essays to print, we were kicked out.
