Above, the top floor of Harrelson was a study lounge, but many students never made it that far up the ramp. Below, the view
from the back of a classroom in the 1970s. Students in the halls, right, in the 1960s.
my conversation with the beautiful girl from
Goldsboro, N.C., (which I thought was an exotic-sounding place) or the bizarre layout of the
building. Then, on the steps outside, she gave
me her phone number. Lindsey Lamont ’08 and
I got married in 2009, and in 2012 we had our
first child, a boy. One of his first trips in his stroller was to the Brickyard to see Harrelson Hall. I
had always taken it for granted that I would be
able to show him where his parents met, and
hoped that he might smile each time he passed
the oddly shaped building (as a student at
NC State, naturally). —ALAN LAMONT
Slopes and Curves
I sat in the back of my calculus class and tried to
stay under the radar, but one day I kicked over my
coffee and watched as it flowed down the sloped
floor towards the teacher and dangerously close to
many of my classmates’ book bags. I raised my
hand in a hurry and apologized profusely, and made
sure to never bring a spillable beverage again!
—MICHELLE MULLER SHOOTER ’03, ’ 13 MS
My first experience in Harrelson was my freshman
year during my math lab. I knew something was
mighty wrong when I
dropped a pencil on the
floor and it rolled to the other
side in a do wnhill motion.
—RONNET TE PURDIE ’99
I took my math classes in
that building and it was
impossible to see because
most of the introductory
math classes were taught
by grad students who were
assigned interior wall
classes, which meant the
around the wall. Depending
on where you sat, you were
bound to miss information.
I also remember my African-American history
class and Professor Kenneth Vickery. I learned
so much from that class, and although we were
assigned Harrelson, we managed to do well.
My fondest memory is that on the steps nearest
Polk Hall my husband asked me to marry him.
Although that relationship did not have a storybook ending, it began as a fairy tale on the steps
of Harrelson Hall.
—CAMELLIA MOSES OKPODU ’87, ’94 PHD
You Never Know
Who You’ll Run Into
As a history major, I had many courses in
Harrelson Hall. At 5-foot- 5 those stairs were
hard to manage sometimes, especially on a
Monday morning. One day, with an armload of
books, I misjudged a step going up and felt myself
start to fall. The books went every where. Suddenly
I was no longer falling, but was back on my feet,