A review of the University of Michigan’s campus staircases

A review of the University of Michigan’s campus staircases

There is truly nothing more embarrassing than arriving at Mason Hall 3330 at 10 a.m. panting, beads of sweat beginning to perspire on my forehead. No, I did not run to class (an image of me lumbering down State Street with my backpack haunts my nightmares) nor did I have some illicit affair in the inner workings of the Mason/Angell/Tisch/Haven Hall labyrinth. Unfortunately, it’s much worse: I took the stairs. In a time where our tallest skyscrap…