The University of Illinois is a place for a good time as well as a good education.
The UI has moved up in the national rankings from No. 11 a year ago to No. 4 this year, but that's hardly good news.
An unscientific survey conducted by The Princeton Review indicates that the UI is the fourth-best "party school" in the country.
You could almost hear the beer-saturated cries of "toga, toga, toga" emanating from the campus bars as the news came in.
No major research university longs to score at the top of the "party" rankings. They prefer a more decorous, intellectual image.
But the students eat it up. They long to brag to friends elsewhere about going to a party school, where the beer flows, the music is loud, members of the opposite sex are attractive and widely available and the fun is nonstop.
For most people, this utopian college experience is a myth, an illusion, a mirage. The reality is throwing up on Green Street and waking up in the morning with little to show for the previous night's effort but a hangover.
But dreams die hard. Party hardy/hearty is a right of passage.
Dean Wormer was right — drunk and stupid is no way to go through college. Current students, just like those from previous generations, will figure that out in about 20 years.