The copy machine at the school I broke into this morning is not a Xerox machine. I'm not quite sure what it is, as it appears to have two names on it, but I know it's not a Xerox brand.

 It's amazing how brand names creep into everyday speech. It's interesting how some make it and some don't. Some make sense. For example, Band-Aid. Band-Aid is a brand. All plastic/fabric bandages are not Band-Aids, yet I think it's fair to assume that a large majority of people refer to these items as Band-Aids. Asking for a Band-Aid is a lot quicker than asking for a thin, elongated plastic bandage. You could just ask for a bandage, but then people might think you needed something a lot more heavy-duty.

I call tissues "tissues." I call them tissues no matter what brand they are. Even if I'm using Kleenex brand tissues, I call them tissues. That's what they are. However, I know that many people will say something like, "Can you pass me a Kleenex?" rather than "Can you pass me a tissue?" I'm not quite sure why. I don't think anyone ever asks for toilet paper by a brand name.

Oh, and for those of you still gaping about the "school I broke into this morning" thing... My mother has report cards that are due today. She decided to go see if anyone was at the school so that she could use the computers there. I tagged along to see if I could use a computer as well. We pulled up to the front of the school and saw one car in the parking lot. "Go see if the door is open," my mother told me. Ever the dutiful daughter, I pushed on the door, not expecting it to be unlocked. To my surprise, the door swung inwards. I turned around to tell my mother that the door was open when suddenly.... BEEP! pause BEEP! pause BEEP! pause Uh-oh.

 "It's beeping! I just broke into {Name of School}!," I cried.

 "Don't joke about something like that!," she scolded. She called the principal and told him that we heard beeping but that the alarm wasn't going off. I tried to tell her that the beeping is what happens before an alarm goes off, but no one ever listens to me. Five seconds after she hung up the phone, the alarm began to wail. She called the principal again and got the code to turn off the alarm. We entered the school, turned on the computers, and got to work. My mother did real work. I did "work" with my sister for an online group she belongs to {insert grammatically incorrect red flag here}.

OK, so I didn't really break into the school. The door was open. In order to break and enter, you actually need to break something. I just pushed a door. It's not my fault that somebody forget to push the door hard enough to lock it. I didn't even enter, because as soon as I heard the beeping I made a hasty retreat.

Now try convincing the SWAT team that it's ok for you to be the only one at a school on a Sunday morning. Fine, so there were only two SWAT guys. Plus, I had my mother talk to them. After all, it was her bright idea to have me break into the school. They told her to come outside and turn around to be handcuffed. I guess SWAT members think they have a sense of humor. Actually, I did find it funny; my mother did not.

 Don't worry, neither one of us is spending the night in jail. Everything is fine.

And that's how/why I broke into a school this morning.