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exposing Mr. Mondres (code name: Marshmallow Man)

Mr. Mondres was my middle school PE and Health teacher.

Some teachers are pretty cool and you can be chill with them.

Mondres was too chill with the girls.

Especially me.

He overheard me make a movie reference with my friends and he asked what movie it was. I said it was Heathers. He said he'd watch it over the weekend because I said it was my favorite.

On the way to classes while walking in the hallway, he would sometimes be walking, too, and he'd go out of his way to find me and talk to me. It was usually some dumb joke or teasing me.

During class, especially when we were outside playing games, he'd pull me aside during a game and tell me to participate more (I'm sorry I'm bad at soccer?? lmao) but he'd keep me from playing for like 5 minutes every time. He would call me "smart girl" and smirk, and then he'd send me to go play games more.

He would also tell me to stay after class sometimes (since it was last period and I wouldn't be late to a next class) for 5-10 minutes. During one PE class inside, it was mostly free period so I brought my chaos notebook to class and me and my friends were laughing about it. Mondres comes over and asks me about my notebook. I didn't tell him much since he was a teacher. I don't really remember what he said, but he slipped up on his words, so me and my friend laughed at that because he laughed at himself first so we thought it was fine. When the bell rang, he told me he wanted to talk to me. I really wanted to just leave the gym and find my friends to cross the road together, but he made me stay. He said it "really hurt his feelings" when I laughed at him. He didn't let me explain myself, and he went into this story about how kids used to bully him for not being able to spell in elementary school. He said that "I should think before I say things" because it can "really hurt people". I was confused because people are mean dickheads to me all the time and I've gotten used to it and I'm not "hurt" anymore. I had been bullied a lot, and I obviously know better than to do that to someone else because I know it sucks so bad. He doesn't even know I didn't laugh at him, I was laughing at the situation because I was uncomfortable. I guess he saw that I looked sad or something, so he said to me "but you're nice. I know you, you're a very nice person. You may appear to be mean, but you're friendly. You're like a flower with some thorns, like a rose." He called me a rose. Like that's a weird compliment to receive from a teacher. But also that he said I look mean? Like THAT'S mean. He made me 10 minutes late to meet up with my friends after school. I had to cross the busy road on the second crossing (my friends were ahead and I never caught up and I had to walk home alone).

We had to do the PACER in PE, obviously. We did it outside on a very hot day. {Reminder: in 8th grade, I had an eating disorder (on-and-off anorexia) and always wore oversized black clothes to hide my body. I hated running because whenever I did in class, the boys would stare at me and then mock me by putting their hands on their chest and "squeezing" like they had boobs. They'd point at me and laugh because I was a slow runner (because I didn't eat before, was lightheaded or had a migraine, was exhausted from the heat, and was insecure about people staring).}Mondres said that if anyone got 15 or less, our cardio was bad. I got 15. He pulled me aside AGAIN and told me my cardio was bad (I already knew bruh). If only he knew that I could run better if these perverts didn't always stare at me and comment on my body 🙄 (which caused my eating disorder and being insecure in general).

He commented on my boobs (and my friend's boobs) when he was watching us play volleyball in class.

[In PE, I was hanging out with B and R. We were playing volleyball and B accidentally hit the ball with their chest and then Mr. Mondres came over and said "you're supposed to use your hands, not your boobs". He also said this to me (I didn't do anything??)]