The title sounds like something from a Miss Mallard book.
When I was in school you had to be very talented including being a mind reader.
How was I supposed to know you wanted a socket wrench if you didn’t tell me and then punish the whole class for it. Just because the teacher was in a shitty mood and makes up things to punish you.
I really wish I had a hammerspace backpack. I could be like “Need a socket wrench? I got that! Oh wait you said purple cellophane I got that too!”
My mom thinks my former schooling did a lot of damage to me.