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Monologue ■ Theaters present problems By Shelley Stone Business Manager Movie theaters used to be easy to attend, but in the past three years they have added so many restrictions that it’s worse than trying to enter the Soviet Union. The past few times I went to the movies I ran into several complications. The minute I stepped up to the counter to purchase a “Rated R” movie ticket, the lady asked me (18 years old) and my date (20 years old) for our identifica tion, claiming that we looked 16 years old. She added that if we were 16, she could be fined $300. I considered the ex perience humiliating, since she was stalling a very long ticket line and the other patrons were staring at us like we were criminals. What makes me angry is the fact that most movie theaters do not check iden tification and they are letting 16‘year olds get away with at- tending “Rated R” movies. It is only fair to check everyone’s identification if they appear to be 16 years or younger. Another time, I walked into the theater with a ‘Big Gulp’ and a grocery bag with a few candy bars. I might add that by purchasing my snacks at 7-11, I saved myself about $3. Anyhow, the ticket collec tor must have picked me as a suspect for drug and liquor smuggling, because he smelled my Big Gulp for liquor and checked my sack for a liquor bottle, or drugs. He claimed that they were just searching to make sure that I wasn’t bringing in any glass or breakable objects. He mentioned that they had been having problems with teen agers breaking glass in the theater and throwing objects. I don’t think that I would have made a good suspect for such an accusation. I could under stand it if my breath happened to smell like booze, or I ap peared to be the violent type to throw items around and break glass. Later on that week, I went to a different theater for a change of pace. My friend asked me to buy her a glass of water. I walked up to the counter and confidently ordered a large water, figuring it would cost about 15 cents for the cup. Wrong. A large water costs the same as a large soft drink and to top it all off, you have to fill the cup yourself from the water foun . tain. I pity the person who just needs to take an aspirin. The theater claims that the cup has to be accounted for in their in ventory. You’d think the place would be getting enough money to account for the cup from all their over-inflated prices of candy, pop and pop corn, not to mention the ridiculous prices they charge for ticket purchases. More recently, I walked into the theater with my head THE PRINT, a member of the Oregon Newspaper Publishers Association, aims to be a fair and impartial journalistic medium covering the campus com munity as thoroughly as possible. Opinions expressed in THE PRINT do not necessarily reflect those of the College administration, faculty, Associated Student Government or other members of THE PRINT. THE PRINT is a weekly publication distributed each Wednesday except for finals week. Clackamas Community College, 19600 S. Molalla Avenue, Oregon City, Oregon 97045. Office: Trailer B; telephone: 657-8400, ext. 309, 310 Editor In Chief: Doug Vaughan News Editor: Shelley Ball Arts Editor: J. Dana Haynes Sports Editor: Rob Conner Photo Editor: Joel Miller Copy Editor: Marco Procaccini Business Manager: Shelley Stone Cartoonists: Brent Carter, Ward Moore Advertising Representative: Jack Griffith Staff Writers: Judy Barlow, DeAnn Dietrich, Brad Fox, Kathy Johnson, Kristen Tonole, Heather Wright Staff Photographers: Duane Hiersche, Russ McMillen, Wayne Vertz, Jason Webb Typesetter: Pennie Isbell Advisor: Sara Wichman Page 2 held high. I managed to hide my Burger King hamburgers in my purse, I only paid half price for admission since I had a coupon and I managed to get in without having my iden tification with me. Like they say, “There’s no business like show business.” Letters to the editor The Print gladly accepts any letters to the editor. All letters are subject to editing, and should not be libelous, obscene or false. Letters must be typed and double spaced. It must be signed by author, and accompanied by an address and phone number where he/she can be reached. ‘Little Things’ make life enjoyable. easier to love By Doug Vaughan Editor in Chief What is life? Life is life. But is living life loving life? What makes us love life? Do we? If we don’t do we have life left to love? Personally life is what a person makes of it and what they don’t. It seems from the time we are old enough to understand what life is, we are pressured to succeed. In trying to succeed, we do not live life to love life. In a world of Pulitzers (my dream), Em my s, Tonys, Oscars, Meyers (well, not that far) we sometimes lose touch with life, not living, but life. For the people who can’t regain touch, life is nothing but an ego trip to see to what limits they can reach. The only awards for which I am eligible are the Little Things awards—the ones that mean the most if you are going to love life. Others can take their $100,000 a year, their Mercedes Benz and all the pressures that follow. The Little Things are what I enjoy most. Priceless pleasures like: A kiss on the cheek. A full moon. A full moon with someone you love. A slow dance with someone you love: Music, headphones and a soft pillow. A clear, crisp winter morning. A first snowfall. A great meal. Better yet, Thanksgiving Dinner. An empty parking space. A warning instead of a ticket. A glorious sunset. A precious sunrise. The smell of a fresh rainfall. Steaming hot chocolate. A cold beer. Two cold beers. A night in a hot tub with someone special. The smell of sizzling bacon. The essence of a freshly peeled orange. The delight of Halston for women. \_____________________________ The delight of women. The driving ability of women. (?) A long yellow light. A short test. An easy test. Another easy test. No test. A crackling fire. Fresh popcorn. Fresh popcorn with ketchup. A smile from someone special. An apology. A whisper of sweetness in your ear. A hot fudge sundae. A Sunday away from all your problems. A three-day weekend. Summer break. A breaking of a bad habit. A good back massage. A message from a long-lost friend. Support from a friend. A friendly word from a foe. A lick on the face from your canine friend. Teaching an old dog a new trick. A new joke. Someone laughing at your jokes. Someone not laughing at you. The sound of waves crashing against the rocks. The gentle mist of the ocean. A picnic on the beach. The taste of sand in your sandwich. (?) A pound of yogurt-covered almonds. Not seeing another yogurt-covered almond for months. The sight of a “long time no see” friend. A weekend with that friend. A hot episode of “All My Children.” I The thought of having your own children some- I day. So why do we need that $100,000 a year, the four-car garage and an Emmy or Oscar on our mantle? Actually, some of us don’t. We en joy almost everything...we love life. , y Clackamas Community College
