Crayons are only good for melting

These words, coated in malice and contempt, once flew forth from my 7’th grade art teacher’s mouth when discussing art supplies at the beginning of the year. He never explained why he hated them so much but I like to imagine a painful nostalgia accompanies him seeing a crayon drawing. Perhaps he’s so disconnected from his younger years that a reminder hurts bad enough for anger to rise up from the hole in his chest where his childhood once existed. Probably not though, he probably just didn’t like crayon drawings because they look bad.