In the courtyard there are two sections of green space a left side and a right side only being separated by a semi thick concrete walkway resembling the averaged sized sidewalk the walk way has two large lamp posts standing about 15ft tall closer to the left green space; this concrete strip leads from the clear glass doors that takes you outside, to a bigger concrete space where the cars are parked almost like a driveway. Which is rarely occupied by more than three cars at a time. On the other side of the cars are a long black gate which separates the courtyard from an almost always empty visitors parking lot that belongs to a Georgia state building. To the right side of the right green space is another strip of concrete with four black umbrella hole metal tables lined up about 4 feet away from the next with 2 matching chairs assigned for each circle table. There are 6 trees one indirectly placed on each side of the tables. The trees are surrounded by hay and they have miniature led lights placed by the base of them. The front and sides of the courtyard are surrounded by the housing facility.

In the courtyard there are two guys dressed in their gym shorts and t-shirts (My Interviewee said that this space is exclusive so many people in this space are residents. They may live here.). One is shorter than his partner beside him. He has dark skin that almost resembles the color of a milk chocolate Hershey bar, with a low box haircut, his full height only reaches to the shoulder of his teammate whose skin resembles something a little lighter than caramel candy; he’s equip with curly hair and the sides and back of his head are a faded cut. Both have muscular physique. They stand out in the courtyard every evening practicing what they call “spinning”. They consistently twirl blue flags with a black panther’s head placed in the middle. Standing in the right grass square they spin, spin, spin. Sweat forms on their foreheads and surrounds their backs soon changing the color of their shirts making them darker.  They try tricks like turning their bodies in circles while they throw the flags in the air, they run through the routine over and over, and after a while they try it with music. They do a whole choreographed number. They resemble each other like a mirror. After they finish they sit down both palms facing the grass, breathing heavily the guys get up, gather their flags and miniature towels used to wipe away forehead sweat, and high five each other as they walk back to the doors connecting them to entry with the dorms.

There to are four tables on the side of the guys spinning one table is filled with people. At this particular table sits about seven people more chairs than the small round black table allows (Brianna stated how she wishes there were more seats in this area). They sit in the chairs some with their feet in them crouched up others with their feet on the table. Their outfits vary. The table is a mix of both genders. One girl dressed in a big oversized pastel yellow shirt with a tiny logo in the left corner and barely viewable shorts sits in the chair taping on a cigarette box, she grabs one then passes the box, she puts the cigarette in her mouth folding her lips to hold it, she then cuffs a tunnel like shield over the cigarette while lighting it with the other hand. She does this because of the slight breeze that would otherwise stop the blue marble like lighter from doing its job.  After the task of lighting it is complete she takes one great big inhale holding it for five whole seconds then she slowly exhales with a sigh. After taking a puff she becomes social to her friends smiling and laughing.

At the very last table closest to the driveway sits one fair skinned girl the color of a manila folder with blonde bra length hair, her head secures a royal blue LA Dodgers hat, she sports a baggy long sleeve gray Champs’ crewneck with gray Nike dri-fit leggings to match. She sits on her mac laptop with a Georgia State water bottle to the side of her computer. Her book bag occupies the chair right next to her since the other chairs have been moved to another table. She focuses at the screen typing constantly at times moving her hand across the mouse. At one point she begins to repeatedly check her phone even taking a phone call. Minutes after a male dressed in black basketball shorts and a gray Georgia State shirt appears. He stands about 6 feet tall with hazel eyes and a low haircut. She greets him with a hug and a kiss. She removes her backpack from the seat. He takes the seat that was once occupied by the book bag. They start talking she smiles over and over. He then begins looking at his phone. She nudges him in the head and pushes his arm. He occasionally looks up and smiles at her even giving her a wink. She goes from hawking her computer down to closing it. She lays her head on the table and just looks at him.