"Floating" is a more positive word than "drifting."
"Floating on air" conveys ecstatic happiness. "Floating in the pool" sounds like a lazy summer afternoon... "floating" sounds like magical beings gracefully levitating... butterflies and pleasant odors can float on a breeze... and there's always the rootbeer float. It's a detachment from earthly ties, nothing weighing you down, freedom and lightness.
"Drifting" sounds like what happens when you're out at sea and your mast cracks or your motor dies, and you are at the mercy of winds and waves and currents, totally unable to control what happens. Continental drift causes earthquakes and volcanoes and tsunamis. Drifting happens to snow and then it's a heavy obstacle that is still not solid enough to get any traction on--you can't just pick it up and move it, but you can't struggle through it easily either--you just have to shovel through it and it's back-breaking and time-consuming. Drifting means you're being carried along and have nothing to grab onto, terrifying loss of bearings and control.
So really, I guess it's all a matter of perspective.
I talked to the school district office about why they didn't want me to sub, and we had a weird coded conversation that implied that either my old cooperating teacher is undermining me with a bad reference, or the gap between finishing the program and looking for a job looks so bad that I'm rejected automatically. Or maybe just that they have enough experienced teachers applying for the sub positions...
I'm not eligible for that job that my former student's mom wanted to offer me.
So, I'm not sure what comes next. Drifting, floating, something like that.
Saturday, September 30, 2006
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It is at times like these that I always like to remember Hilary Swank.
In the late '90s, she was struggling to get some steady work, and she finally caught a break as a part of the regular cast of Beverly Hills, 90210. She's said in interviews that she really thought this was her ticket to stardom.
Within the season, she was canned. In fact, she was the only regular cast member of 90210 to ever get fired.
So she decided to do a small indie movie for, like, no money. At least it was work, and the role was challenging and all that. Then she won the Academy Award for it. And then she won another. And now she's in, like the crappiest movie ever.
My point is, if she hadn't been canned by 90210, she never could have done Boys Don't Cry. Not all the doors are closed. Just this one door. Who knows what exciting things can happen to you now?
I know, it still blows. But it ain't over.
weird phone conversation, yo (with mmsd). i have to say i side with ang. you never know. and the two conclusions you came to are not the only possiblities, honestly. and of course you know i support floating over drifting, and that's a good breakdown of the connotations. you are doing fine.
from 90210 to boys don't cry? jesus, ang. what a great story. definitley tells that point in numerous ways!
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