Brown Sweater

Today I am wearing a brown sweater. I am sitting at work at my computer and trying to think of something authentic that I can teach in a differentiated way incorporating the use of technology, and I am pondering the use of blogs. I have never blogged before, and I am wondering how I could use blogging when I have never before blogged myself, so I type "blog" into the Google search box. I come to the blogger account, and I begin to log in. I mess around with a few variations of my user name before one of them works (the name Jess Green is entirely too popular). Next, I come to the title. I feel an intense pressure. Title. I don't even know what it is I am going to be writing about. I can't even begin to imagine who in the world would want to read whatever it is I am writing about, yet the pressure of having a good title seems to be weighing on me hard. I write a title. Erase. I write another title. Erase. I sit. I think. I don't even know what I am going to be writing about, and I am already given the task of titling the work. Am I going to be discussing teaching? Is this for my students? I am going to we discussing writing? Is this just for me? Am I going to be discussing being a mother? a teacher? a friend? a wife? a reader? a writer? The curser is blinking. Title:___________. I look down. I am wearing a brown sweater. I write in the little box "brownsweater". I guess  I will just start there.