Curse you Tom Wolfe!

<p>All semester long the refrain echoed in their minds.  "You MUST be there for 'All That Jazz', man it will be amazing!  You have to come!"</p>
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<p>They laughed when they discovered that their exams were over in time for them to show up all bright and shiny in their suits.  They would have a blast, after all that school was their oyster, it was their home.  They had owned the place, hadn't they?</p>
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<p>Memories of last year's Jazz concert resounded, man it was the best night they'd ever had, how could it not be something special this year?</p>
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<p>Their young friend texted a facebook update yesterday evening "This is the most amazing night of my life."  I have no doubt it was a fun evening - for her.  Grade 11 and the school is her oyster.</p>
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<p>The boys got home at 11:30.  "How was it?" we asked.  Pained looks.  "Alright I guess...  I mean, the music was good, the party was fine, but...  it isn't our place anymore."</p>
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<p>You can never go back home lads, never.  Welcome to another lesson.</p>
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