Summer sorted through the pile of books on her desk, trying to decide which one would best suit her purposes this semester. She didn’t know yet how many students she was going to have — a smaller class might not even need the book at all. She left the door to her office open, establishing the habit now. Wandering, lost, or new students always felt better about approaching an open door to find help.
Or maybe someone would just come by to ask about the class. It was a little less exciting-sounding than some of the other offerings — less about kinks and more about discovery. The basics, really.
It probably would be a small class, but at least she would get to do more hands-on sessions that way.