One of my most treasured college memories is of my first big dorm party in my sophomore year. I clearly recall downing tens of Bacardi 151 & Tequila shots, a few glasses of spiked punch, and a bunch of Jello shots. Then for 30 minutes, I coached a sober friend Calculus, amidst 12-15 other shouting and yelling college students. He got an A with no other preparation. Who said you can't drink and derive?