I attended a small SBC college. I was a commuter student, but community was stressed. Continually. Not just a buzzword, but an effort.
The college had a common core of subjects everyone was required to take. An art and music history/appreciation class. A basic philosophy class. A New Testament class. An ethics and values class.
In a class of 300, sooner or later you had a class or classes, with everybody in your class and many of the guys above and below you. While everybody wasn't your best bud, we knew we were a group. An extended family. A community.
Between the administrative offices and the student union, there was an eight foot swing underneath a massive pine. On the A-frame a sign was bolted on reading "President's Office'. And it was. The college president spent almost as much time in that swing as in his real office. Almost always, when you passed by and said "Hello", there'd be a student on the swing with him or a group of students gathered around him. Whether we stopped or not, the president usually spoke and asked how we were doing. And he meant it.
Community.
