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(read for more context: I live in Indonesia, and the free meal program will be mentioned here. the food trays come in a truck, they're brought upstairs and the food is eaten in class, and you clean them up and bring them downstairs so the workers can pick them up.)
So basically it all started in the 7th grade when I first got into middle school (in my country, school system is 12 years divided like 6-3-3, so it was practically first year in a new school after 6 years of elementary) the vice principal I will name Mr. Frederik Bitch in this story liked to talk to me and take photos of me, and then sending them to me. Yes he gave me his number which I thought was normal (it is). I thought he was just being nice but as time went by he never really went away and it became bothersome (around the 8th grade).
At this point he made me feel very uncomfortable. A few things he does that make me uncomfortable: his voice sounds like a creaky door opening and closing and slowed down which feels condescending to me; he takes photos of everyone and everything including me; he demands physical touch all the time either putting his hand out expecting us to kiss it which i naively did, or putting his hand on my body (hair, shoulder, upper back, arms) and keeping it there as long as possible even if I move away; and when I walk away from him he starts talking around me like he's narrating in third person.
One story that sticks out and explains all of my disconfort is when it was time for me to clean up the trays from lunch in class (MBG). I did it with other male classmates. Mr. Frederik Bitch came in my classroom, crouched by me as I was doing my job and touched my hair, praising it and asking questions about it. I was visibly uncomfortable and moved away when he touched me, answering hesitantly, but he just put his hand there again from what I felt (I don't know, I avoided looking at him while this happened). He stood up and moved away.
After I thought he got the message that I was uncomfortable, I moved to the other side of the room to clean up the trays. Remember, there was a group of boys in the way between us. Like a wall.
When suddenly, he starts talking about me in front of the whole class, teasing me and saying that I'm the ambassador of MBG, REPEATEDLY. AND HE DID THIS WHILE I WAS VISIBLY UNCOMFORTABLE AND UPSET. Nobody cared, nobody laughed and then he left.
My friends noticed my visible discomfort, so Mr. Bitch is either dumb, blind, or he's doing this on purpose.