Teachers who bring a herd of TikTok-raised gremlins and don’t teach them basic respect? FUCK YOU.

You show up with a clipboard and a smile.
You say you're a teacher.
You say it's an educational experience.
You say the kids are "just full of energy."
Yeah — the same kind of energy as a pack of caffeinated raccoons with no parenting.

FUCK. YOU.

These aren’t students.
These are unsupervised content factories who walk in filming shit for their stories,
blasting TikTok, eating Doritos on the bed,
and treating the shared kitchen like it’s a fucking fast food dumpster.

And where are you?
Sitting in the corner, drinking herbal tea and posting on Facebook like

They leave the place wrecked.
Cereal spilled everywhere.
Bathrooms look like a failed plumbing experiment.
Beds unmade.
Toilets clogged.
Someone microwaved cheese.

And YOU — the so-called leader —
do absolutely nothing.
You don’t tell them to clean.
You don’t explain hostel rules.
You don’t even make them say "hello" to the staff.
Because you’ve apparently confused “freedom” with “feral lawlessness.”

Newsflash:
If your group leaves the place looking like a post-apocalyptic sleepover,
You’re not a teacher.
You’re a coward with a whistle and a bus schedule.

We’re not here to parent your students.
We’re not paid to educate your babies on how not to be total fucking parasites.
That’s your job.

So until you learn how to teach your kids the most basic shit like
“Clean up after yourself.”
“Be quiet after 10 p.m.”
“Don’t treat the staff like background NPCs.”
and
“Hostel ≠ hotel.”

FUCK. YOU.