My son goes to UCSB, and lives in Santa Catalina, formerly known as F*ck Towers which was a nickname for Franciscan Towers, he says. They're co-ed, girls mostly on one side of the hall, guys on the other. You can have overnight guests of the opposite sex. They even have "Substance Free" (including alcohol) and "Substance Tolerant" floors. He got stuck on one of the "Free" floors; he doesn't really drink or smoke, but didn't want to be on a floor where he got preached at for what he was already not doing. And no, I don't think I'm a clueless mom... he's still a frighteningly good "kid". Must skip a generation or something.
But I figure he'll do what he's going to do, whether it's easily accessible or not. If he can't say "no thanks" to what's in front of him, he better move into solitary confinement, because stuff's all around all of us, and we have to learn to make choices. And hey, how many teens can say they go "one of California's top 'party schools,' and is rumored to have one of the highest per capita STD rates of any college on the West Coast."
Did he get a jumbo sized box of Trojans before he left, from his loving mother? You betcha!