All of us at the Columbia Publishing Course have these little dorky nametags that we have to wear around our necks at all times (scroll down to see), and the little plastic pouches happen to be just the right size to hold things like our plastic room keys and the swipe cards that get us into the Journalism Building.

Well, naturally, I lost both my key and my swipe card. Not quite sure how it happened, but who’s ever sure how such things happen? Moral of the story is that they flutter away, and you’re left standing outside a building in New York, unable to swipe yourself in.

So, I headed across the lawn to get replacement cards, and realized that I’ve been so wrapped up in this course for the last month that I had not walked across campus since my first night here! I’m all for an intensive course, but suddenly I realized I’ve been so absorbed by CPC that I haven’t even wandered the six blocks to central park. I also still haven’t met up with Dori. Shameless. Got less than two weeks left in NYC. I better get on it.