"They" want "us" to explain why we need retirement positions replaced with another full-time counseling position. "They" want us to explain why our transfer numbers to CSU and UC are not rising more steadily.
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When I get around "them," I realize how absolutely complicated it is to explain the frontline truth that in the counseling "us" world we know so well as faculty. In the last 20 months as your South Representative for the Academic Senate, I have had the opportunity to realize how this "us and them" phenomenon in the biker world is oh so similar and prominent in the educational world within the California community colleges. There is an "us" reality, and for those that don't understand, a "them" reality. No words need to be spoken, no justifications for the choices made. There is a deep connection of bikers to bikers since within that subculture there is no need for explanation they share that mutual appreciation for that freedom of riding. Bikers have a hard time explaining "that feeling" to folks who don't understand "that." In other words, if a biker gets into a situation when there is a need to explain "it", then you just wouldn't understand "it". It is meditation on wheels-words just cannot explain this "feeling" better. The beauty of that "feeling" makes everything else seem insignificant. Well, my husband opened my eyes to the biker world-the love of the outdoors, and the "feeling" of freedom in riding on the open road.
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That saying is: `If I have to explain, you wouldn't understand." What do I mean and how does it relate to riding a Harley Davidson motorcycle? It does not store any personal data.There is a saying in the biker world (I mean the Harley Davidson world) that seems apropos to our state of affairs on the front line as community college counseling faculty. The cookie is set by the GDPR Cookie Consent plugin and is used to store whether or not user has consented to the use of cookies. The cookie is used to store the user consent for the cookies in the category "Performance". This cookie is set by GDPR Cookie Consent plugin. The cookie is used to store the user consent for the cookies in the category "Other. The cookies is used to store the user consent for the cookies in the category "Necessary". The cookie is set by GDPR cookie consent to record the user consent for the cookies in the category "Functional". The cookie is used to store the user consent for the cookies in the category "Analytics". These cookies ensure basic functionalities and security features of the website, anonymously. Necessary cookies are absolutely essential for the website to function properly. Label: Interscope Records & Grade A ProductionsĬopyright ©: Grade A Productions & Interscope Records Written By: Nedo, Max Lord, Juice WRLD & Gezin Produced by: Nedo, Nils, Max Lord & Gezin I wake up in the morning, do my goddamn thing I never gave a fuck about a goddamn thing Remember Huaraches and stealin’ food out of Hibachi, wouldn’t catch me tippin’ (On God)īrand new shotty, twelve-gauge on that body, don’t let me catch you slippin’, yeah, yeah (Grrah) That’s my shawty, finna get the boy name tatted all over her titties (On God) I’m in the party, I don’t really need no posse, I’m boolin’ with 150 (On God) Or maybe Ozzy, or maybe Billy Idol, that’s one of my idols livin’ (On God) With your bitch in Versace linens (Ayy, bitch) Thirty clip hangin’ out the black-ass Smith & (Shh) I got ’em puzzled just like a riddle (Uh)įreestyle shit, I don’t ever spit writtens (Uh)īeat up the pussy, I don’t fuck with the kitten (Shh)
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