Every semester’s beginning is sort of like planting a new church. You plan for students to come, but then the first day of classes come and you finally find out who is actually going to show up. You know that they are evaluating you to see if they will come back. You have practiced your lecture/sermon. You are also evaluating them. Is there any talent to work with here? Did the cream of the crop come or the bottom of the barrel? (I seem to have gotten a bit of everything this semester, just like most churches.) A million thoughts are in your head: Did I forget anything? Will I remember to put on my pants? (If you have never had that dream about teaching/preaching in your underwear, then I am not sure you are really a teacher/preacher.)
The great thing is that eventually, that bunch that hardly know each other eventually become friends. It is amazing how that happens! Community springs out of nothing! God is awesome!