Hugs for Drugs?

Wittenberg, one of the self-proclaimed Ivy League school of the Midwest, has a dirty little secret that is as well kept as our famous secret societies. We party, and when we want to we party pretty hard.
Now I know that it's not exactly earth-shattering news; college students party, drink, and give into their baser animal instincts, but it comes to drugs (you know those little pills, plants, and powders Nancy Reagan told you to "Just Say No" to, there is seemingly a different mentality. Well at least, not all drugs. Pot has become such a generational thing. Most of my colleagues and cohorts have at least tried it, or do it quite often. But the act of smoking it is not looked at any differently compared to someone grabbing a cigarette. I know more people that are seemingly bothered by a habitual tobacco smoker compared to the occasional bong hit. It's such a funny thing though. If our parents, who smoked enough grass to compare with the heights of Haight Ashbury, but now in their middle-aged normalcy, knew what we did, we'd get the standard, "Drugs are bad don't do them" speech.
When it comes to anything harder: pharmaceuticals, coke, heroin etc, there seems to be a stigma attached. Now I've been told by so many people that so many students are big fans of the nose candy, but I haven't really encountered so many of them myself. That doesn't mean those drugs are floating around the party circuit being popped like Jujubes, but people seem to be less willing to own up to it. Maybe it's their perceived danger comparatively to marijuana, or maybe the admittance that they're willing to spend a ton more money on a gram of coke instead of an ounce of pot. Who knows.