That's something my shop teacher said in highschool. It took a bit for us boys to understand that, we just went "well, duh". But, at least a few of us, thought about it a bit and it made us less cocky. We went in feeling like hot shit, like we didn't need the safety talks and all that because we were obviously smart enough not to get hurt.

But so did everyone else. Noone planned to cut their own finger off, but they still did, because they were nothing special. Neither were we.

Who planned to get divorced?