Describing a place

4 Big TVs- allows people to watch TV and enjoy their meal at the same time
3 small TVs- more convenient; tells multiple people to see whats being served today
2 main entrances- allows for easier entrance and exit of student
4 main doors for kitchen - because once you are in the main entrance and not passing buy, you must be definitely getting food.
2 cash registers- so people can spend more time eating there food then waiting in line
6 booths- for people who don't want to be bothered on a table or maybe they're hiding
15 tall 2 man tables- been stopping teams from awkwardly having to split up into 4- 4 man tabled and having to pick who they want to sit with
colorful low lighting- enough to see your food, but not enough to make it feel like your being innterigated.
21- 4 man tables. because not everyone comes in with 10 friends to eat with every day.
10- long, short rectangle tables - contradicts the post above.

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How I succeeded to fail at drawing.

After watching the short video about the comedian who was basically told to reevaluate his life because comedy wasn't for him, I realized that there were a few times that I've had my "magical black man" tell me not to continue on also. The first I can easily remember was when I was in high school. Going in freshman year, I really wanted to learn how to draw well. I figured if I took a drawing class once a semester for 8 semesters, by the end of senior year ill practically be an artist! By the end of my sophomore year, I started to realize that drawing just wasn't for me. My drawing teacher knew my work wasn't improving, but realized I was putting in the effort. After trying to help me over and over for the first 2 years in art, she decided to redirect me in the art world instead of just directly telling me "you suck at drawing". I had a passion for colors and others' artwork, but mine just never came out looking how I liked. She told me to try a more hands on approach and try ceramics; and the next year I did. Ceramics allowed free my mind of all the objects I wanted to create by allowing me to physically form them with clay, as drawing wasn't my strong point. I still thanked my drawing teacher even a year after not seeing her, for being my "magical black man" (I didn't exactly say that word for word) and giving me her honest opinion and realizing that it wasn't working out in the drawing world. Instead of giving up complete hope, she redirected me to something that was still in the art field which I soon learned I really enjoyed. Overall, I accepted the fact I stink at drawing, but managed to pick up a new talent of pottery and sculpting on the way.