"through hell and back"?  I know all frat boys aren't shameless slackers who sneer at learning, spend their time on sports, their counterpart dumb "chicks", partying with same, and boozing it up.  Who, when finals arrive, buy their term papers from some nerdy academic geek, who will later work as their corporate accountant or controller while they work from 10 to noon, have a martini lunch, play 9 holes at the club, then settle into an evening of sloshed schmoozing with the boys.  Let the girls take care of the home front, the boys have serious work to do, deciding who gets which plum city contract.

If you're born into privilege, hey, why not enjoy it?  Let the pencil-necked geeks do all the heavy lifting.