or more than 50 years, Harrelson Hall has loomed over the Brickyard like
a flying saucer on stilts — a circular freak of a building that flummoxed
students with its spiral ramps, windowless classrooms and ductwork that
whooshed like a subway tunnel.
It spawned horror stories from students who wandered lost inside its corkscrew hallways, craned their necks to see equations scribbled around curving
blackboards and struggled to make sense of restroom stalls shaped like pie slices.
It inspired ridicule and pranks as much as scholarship.