I just gave my first research instruction session for a high-schooler. Man, are they impatient. There must be something in that three-month gap from high school senior to college freshman that lends them about five years' worth of patience. Thank goodness I'm not in the school librarian program--I felt like I was teaching a nervous squirrel, if whom I did not engage in constant conversation and activity, simultaneously, would leap away into the trees to search for nuts on its own.
Wow, that's a bizarre metaphor. Maybe I need some sleep. Away from squirrels.
(Related to the title, here's where you can listen to the lyrics from The Music Machine...)