by Nancy Springer VEND U. Nancy Springer We did not like Jocelyn. Jocelyn put tapioca pudding in our book bags. Jocelyn put Jell-O in our gym shoes. Jocelyn smeared Ben-Gay on toilet seats. In the boys’ room too. And if we were on a field trip and we all went into a convenience store to get snacks, Jocelyn would find whipped cream and squirt it all over the store and we’d all get kicked out and nobody would get any snacks. Jocelyn parked chewing gum on people’s heads. Jocelyn parked boogers on locker handles. Jocelyn beat people up. Boys too. If we drew faces in art class, Jocelyn would reach over and turn the noses into vacuum cleaners. We did not like Jocelyn. We stayed away from her. Nobody was her friend. So at first we were kind of glad about what happened with Jocelyn and the monster vending machine. * * * It was summertime. It should have been vacation from you-know-who. But our parents sent us to this summer arts day camp on a college campus and there she was. Jocelyn. Nobody wants to get sued so forget the name of the college.
