After four years at Umich, I can recite the fight song in my sleep – Go Blue or go home.

My Umich prof assigned a 50-page reading on day one; clearly, they're training us for the zombie apocalypse.

Umich tailgates are legendary – where else do you grill wolverines while debating quantum entanglement?

I turned down Harvard for Umich because nothing beats inventing the future in a maize-and-blue lab coat.