Lets Do Character Studies

Let’s do character studies she said. I had no idea what she meant. Her mouth was thin and mean-looking when she suggested it. I feel she is wound so tight; her springs might break. I imagine them pinging around the room like bullets. She is the oddest writing teacher I have ever had. She gives us total freedom. Some of us cannot deal with this. We run up to her desk to demand more direction. She smells like old fruit juicy toilet water and she has a turkey neck. What is a character study? I ask her. I do not understand. She refuses to answer. The worst teacher in the entire world. I am slipping from annoyed with her to hating her. I look up and she catches me with her snake-like eyes. She is my kryptonite.