'God, I hate it here,' Danielle thought to herself as she made her way from her last class of the day to her dorm room. It was a typically brisk November late afternoon in Ann Arbor: temperature down around forty degrees, a gentle, though sporadic breeze, and crisp, blue skies. If she weren't so biased, she would love it here. If she were honest with herself, she would admit that there was not a drastic difference between...