This reminds me of something that happened to me.
I once wanted to duplicate some files from my personal folder on the school network before its deletion upon my graduation from middle school. This was before flash drives in that 2-year period where zip drives were somewhat common. Anyway, as the floppy AND CD drives were disabled by the most aggressive, annoying restriction technology available, I explained my case to the "computer teacher" (A 40 something old woman who did, in fact, use her CD tray to hold beverages) and she explained that she was "not allowed" to disable the protection software. Fine. I mentioned an alternative method. "Could you disable Bess for 20 minutes so I could email the files to myself?" Although the password for the network had been her dog's name "oscar" and was also written on an index card taped to her desk within my view, I was weary of hacking it myself. The school had suspended every person who attempted this stunt in the past, and a ruined track record immediately before escaping from that hell hole was not worth a few essays. "Okay..." I pondered, "How about a zip drive? Could I use one of those to store the data?" Her response irritated and confused me like only an IT person can be when discussing technology with a complete idiot.
"My computer has a zip drive," she mentioned. Was she serious? I couldn't be left to roam the internet to my own devices without an overprotective filter holding my hand and covering my eyes, yet she would let me sit in the Admin chair, its eyes peering over the horde of students playing Empire Earth. She wanted me to work at the only computer that sat free, a king among hardware? "It would probably be easier to just disable the filter for a few minutes," I declared, feeling almost unworthy to wield that mouse. "No, you should do it here. She even presented me with a zip disk to borrow." I sat down and began to copy my precious data, noticing that the teacher had wandered outside to catch a smoke. I had absolutely no reason to do anything special there. I sat there, knowing that as long as I lay under the massive machine that was my middle school, I should keep my cool and make it to the end uneventfully. I sat, bored and cleaned her mouse, a task i believe no one had ever done and has not been completed again to this day. When she returned, I announced that the copy had finished and removed the zip disk from its slot. I thanked her and she informed me that I was to return the disk the next morning. To answer your questions now, no I didn't forget it and yes, I did bring it back.
The next day, found her office and placed the drive, my files retrieved and removed, in front of her, on the desk. I thanked her again for the help and she responded that it was no problem. That afternoon, I was called to the principal's office. I walked in the door and noticed him, the computer teacher, the dean, and one of the guidance counselors eying the door in expectation. This could NOT be good. "I've been told that you hacked the school network," he informed me. The computer teacher's look was of cluelessness while the dean's gaze burned holes through my head. I didn't remember doing a single thing I had not received explicit permission to do. "No," I responded while my heart began to race. "You edited your grades. Stop playing dumb. You're smarter than that." I hadn't even searched for, accessed, or even found that. It suddenly came clear as the dean inserted a zip drive into the computer. She quickly navigated to an Excel file containing every student's given grades. I couldn't believe what I saw. The zip drive she casually allowed me to use contained the master academic reports for the school. "I didn't even know that... was..." I stuttered. The 93 average sitting beside my name was roughly what I expected. I had an A already. Why would I tamper with the system to beef it up? "Can't you check the backup? I didn't..."
"There is no backup copy," explained the dean. It's roughly what I expected. Their intellect was far below the national average. "Wait... then when does it say it was modified?" I hadn't known at that point a way to change this value. Surely enough, the date was over a week before. They still doubted this, claiming I hacked it somehow. The incident led to detention for the remainder of my stay - two months. I was also no longer welcome near any of the school computers, even after each of my teachers individually proved that I had done no wrong. The computer teacher still sits in that chair, using her crappy mouse and imitating knowledge of computer systems while slowly sipping coffee supported by a defunct drive. The school's fancy new wireless network stands, broadcasting under her faithful watch, protected with the key "oscar."