The Demise of Balboa

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I was happily skipping down the hall after my alter-ego, Balboa, told Gina Palmeri, the beastly-basketball-playing-bully, where she could stick it. I just assumed that would be THAT, because in elementary school, all I’d had to do was mouth off to bullies to get them to leave me alone. Sadly, up in the high school big leagues, this wasn’t the case. My bravado didn’t do much but piss this particular bully off and compel her to rally her troops of other basketball-playing-bullies to rain down a season of holy hell on Balboa. They started linking arms to block my way each day down the Junior and Senior hallway, daring me to touch them in order to forcibly break through. That seemed unwise, even to Balboa, so I would have to stand there, looking at their smirking faces, heartpoundingly, ashamedly, till the bell would ring and they’d finally disperse. After about a week of this humiliation and a week’s worth of late slips to Ecology class, earning me detention, I decided to take the long way to Ecology. Surely they’ll just forget I ever existed, Balboa told herself, feeling less and less like Balboa every day.

But the Baller Bitches, failing at their Red Rover hallway game, chose a new venue for their torment – the cafeteria. The Juniors and Seniors got free periods, where they could choose to go to the cafeteria to chill with the other popular kids or to the library to study with the intellectual types. Needless to say, Gina Palmeri and her crew were sharing a single brain cell and therefore could be found only in the cafeteria on Tuesdays and Thursdays, which unfortunately happened to be my lunch period. (Btw, WTF is up with class times being called “periods?” Couldn’t they come up with a more dignified word? Didn’t adolescent girls have to suffer enough?! “I’ll be enjoying my Doritos while sitting in my lunch period today.” GROSS!) Anywho. My lunch period (blecch) on Tuesdays and Thursdays happened to fall just after my P.E. period (ew), so I was always sweaty, red-faced, and disheveled at lunch because who had the balls to actually get naked and shower amongst her peers in the 9th grade? Not THIS flat-chested, big booty beanpole.

So seeing as how there was a lunch monitor and they couldn’t get away with their human barricade routine, Gina Palmeri & Co. embarked on a verbal assault campaign, all aimed at my physical appearance, which was really SO helpful to a girl of my age and stature. One day I was the Jolly Red Giant (a double-edged zinger aimed at my blushing complexion and my gangly 5’10” frame). Next day, I had dirty dishwater hair (a reference to my at-home attempt at “frosting” my do). Another day, they’d point out the gargantuan pimple with its own ZIP code on my forehead, or the ketchup stain on my white uniform shirt, or my mismatched knee socks (one navy, one black – I did that stupid shit all the time), or my unshaven legs, or my booblessness, or basically any other embarrassing flaw a 14-year-old girl could pray to go unnoticed.

One day, I passed by the Juniors’ table with my lunch tray and decided I’d taken enough. Balboa could be a bitch, too, I thought, so maybe I’d just give Gina Palmeri a taste of her own strychnine. As the girls were cackling and laughing, this time because my uniform, kilt-like skirt was askew, I turned around and said, WAY too loudly: “Oh yeah, well, Gina Palmeri, you’re a FAT ASS! Why don’t you look in the mirror before making fun of someone else?”

It was like a record scratched in the noisy cafeteria. All heads turned to me and slowly, synchronically, over to Gina Palmeri, who had actual smoke pouring out of her ears. Her face was bright red, just like mine. Oddly, my comeback didn’t inspire a John Hughes-esque teen movie moment. You know, the moment when the nerd stands up to the asshole popular kid, and someone starts slow-clapping just before the whole cafeteria breaks out in wild applause?

Ronny standing up to the jocks in "Can't Buy Me Love"

Ronald Miller standing up to the jocks in “Can’t Buy Me Love”


Apart from the lack of applause or any noise except for crickets, my moment just didn’t feel as good as it was supposed to. I wasn’t smugly satisfied as I turned my back and staggered over to the Freshman table—I was ashamed.

Twenty minutes later, I went to the bathroom to finally fix my skirt, and as I walked in, I ran smack into Gina Palmeri. Without hesitation, she grabbed my arms and pushed me so hard into the wall that my head hit the towel dispenser. I ricocheted back, and found myself facing not only Gina but her baller BFF, Jennifer DeLuca.

“Now what’re you gonna’ do,” Gina sneered, with a strange, glazed look in her eyes. I was scared. More scared than I’d ever been in my life. I tried to summon Balboa, but she was rocking herself in the corner. I think it was because I had done something Balboa had never dreamed of doing–I had bullied someone BACK, and that wasn’t the same thing as standing up for myself. It put me in the wrong, and that made Balboa feel sorry, and weak, and helpless. I closed my eyes, swallowed, and swallowed my pride.

“Nothing,” I replied. “I’m not going to do anything.”

Gina started shrieking with delighted laughter, and just then, the bell rang. “You lucked out this time,” she called, as she and Jennifer, still cackling, walked out of the bathroom. I stayed behind, looking at myself in the mirror, just as I’d challenged Gina Palmeri to do. I didn’t like what I saw.

That day, when I got home from school, I tearfully told my mom all about the weeks of torment, about my sinking to Gina Palmeri’s level, and about my ill-timed trip to the bathroom. I realized that Balboa couldn’t do it on her own anymore—she needed help before something much more serious happened. My mom called the school, and all it took was time in the principal’s office for Gina and Jennifer to back down and look the other way whenever they saw me. I never found out if they actually learned a lesson after it was all said and done. I just know that I did.

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The Demise of Balboa

15 Comments on “The Demise of Balboa”

  1. Drew Clarke

    It takes a very strong person to overcome real adversity. Bullying is a loathsome but deeply entrenched part of going to school. In my experience, people are bullied because they are different or they have or do something that makes the bully envious. I had two bullies in my life: Lamont Easley & Joe Toskus (Mike Leland tried to bully me but I would laugh in his face because the idea of him bullying me was ludicrous). Unfortunately, the only way I could stop the bullying was to fight them. I’m glad it never escalated to that point with Gina. Aside: based solely on those girls names, a reader may assume you went to high school in New Jersey.

    Ashley, you have that strength to overcome serious adversity and that is something for which you should be proud. You have endured much: a highly unorthodox, repressive childhood, constant relocation, which meant having to go through the tortuous process of trying to fit in over and over, you were a child of divorce, you had to watch your mother wonder around “lost” for many years and you had Gina. But, despite all of that- and only two years removed from the Gina era- the girl I met on those tennis courts was sweet, funny, well-adjusted person who had a hidden well of confidence. Basically, I have mad respect for you and I know your life now may not always be easy but i would venture to guess that the last decade have been some of the happiest most fulfilling years of your life.

    1. Ashley

      Amen, amen, you’re so right, Drew. They really have been the happiest in my life. And thank you so much for your kind words – really, I appreciate them so much. Thank you so much for reading and commenting. FYI, the town I was mostly raised in was FULL of Italians! 😉

  2. Sarah (est. 1975)

    As someone who constantly used to get “booked” in school by bullies (always girl bullies) and made fun of on the school bus by bullies (always boy bullies) I found this post kind of awesome, because my bullies never got their comeuppance. Then again, I never told my parents about it because they probably would have just told me to deal with it. Sigh.

    1. Ashley

      Hey Sarah! I am so glad you found the post awesome but really bummed to hear that your bullies never got their comeuppance. That sucks. Obviously, you survived, but at what cost? I hope it wasn’t too dear. At any rate, thanks for coming here and reading (we have some friends in common, so I appreciate you dropping by). And I’m sure those bullies – boys and girls – are amounting to nothing, karma being a badass bitch and all.

  3. Jess at Welcome to the Bundle

    I was howling at “lunch period” and then going all soft over “that wasn’t the same thing as standing up for myself.” This is some insightful writing. Truly. I wish more people (kids AND adults) had this same insight. Nicely done. Very nicely done.

  4. Ariel

    You have a book in you somewhere with your writing & stories! I remember for school spirit day the field hockey team was told we were going to dress in our uniforms, and I was told I had to wear my whole goalie uniform with the equipment. I was a quiet freshman but I told the captains no, that I would wear the regular uniform with like everyone else. They were pissed but I kinda figured, what are they going to do to me? Continue to not hang out with me? Turned out that’s the most that happened.

    1. Ashley

      Good for you for standing up for yourself at such a young age. Mama didn’t raise no fool. 😉 I’m glad they didn’t exact more punishment than just shunning you – really a blessing in disguise. Thanks for reading and commenting, Ariel. Working towards a book but that’s way down the road!

    1. Ashley

      Thank you, Sandy! It was actually a tough one to write – as all my childhood stories are, I guess. But adding the humor helps me a lot. Thanks so much for reading and sharing – I appreciate it!

  5. Drama Queen's Momma

    What a great read! (as always!) I can recall several mean comments made to me in jr and high school, but NOTHING like this blatant bullying! Good for you for sticking up for yourself! I don’t know that my teenage self would have had the balls to do that. Now my 30 something self…FOR SURE would! I have gained so much confidence in myself since THOSE days! The only story that (always) comes to mind was when I was in 7th grade and my locker was RIGHT next to my serious crushes locker. I used to be sooo embarrassed to talk to him, but one day I took ALL my courage and said “HI!” (yea. It took ALL my courage JUST to say hi! lol) and he looked at me and said, “Hey! Ya know…you’re really pretty! (ego inflating, face lighting up) …..but you have a big butt” (Aaaaand the whole world crashes down!) I will NEVER forget that moment. It was the moment I started to hate my body. It took MANY years for me to learn to love it again. What an a-hole. LOL

  6. Samantha

    That sucks. I was bullied on the schoolbus by two older girls. nothing ever happened to them because i never mentioned anything. i hope my kids would confide in me if that situation happened with them. good post and thought provoking.

    1. Ashley

      Ugh, bullies DO suck. I’m sorry that happened to you! I experienced quite a few in my day, but after this time, I always told an adult. Now did they always do something about it? That’s a different story. Thanks so much for reading and commenting, Samantha.:)

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