I not only teach snowflakes, I live with them. One floor of my apartment building is leased by one of those semester-in-the-big-city organizations, as housing for their students. We've got a fresh crop in town; I saw them walking around, all bright and animated and waving their orientation folders, when I took my recycling down to the loading dock last week. Many of them, apparently, are unaccustomed to apartment living, and are still discovering some basic coping strategies, such as if the smoke detector goes off while you're making a snack (or taking a toke) in the wee hours, open the window, not the hallway door; otherwise, you'll set off the building-wide fire alarm that can only be turned off by the nice firefighters stationed about a mile away. We've been seeing a lot of those firefighters lately, often around 1 a.m.
I'm all for inquiry-based learning, but it's about time they mastered the concept, and moved on to something else (not wandering blindly across intersections while texting might be a good start, since it would keep them alive long enough to learn other things). I've got my own snowflakes, and I prefer to deal with them on a full night of sleep. If this goes on much longer, I'm going to start fantasizing about inviting Strelnikov over to show them the quickest route from the 6th floor to the ground.