As Mr. Rochester has an insane, murderous wife secretly living in the attic of his home, I have a strained relationship with titles. For high school papers, titles were simple. “Essay #1,” “Truman Capote’s In Cold Blood,” “Assignment #4: My Boredom with A Walk in the Woods.” Okay, the latter is only what I wished to title a paper, but you get the picture. In college, my Creative/Analytical Writing-based professors either had specific titles for everyone, or left it up to us which I thought was horrific. My Professional and Technical Writing-based professors mostly had specific titles too, based on certain assignments. We did have to self-title a few creative projects, but the guidelines…