A little background, yes?

Do you ever just wonder as you pass people on the street what their story is? This is a daily occurrence for me. Oregon State's a rather large school (getting up into the 20,000s I'm sure) so on simple walks to class, one would probably end up passing hundreds of students a day. That's hundreds of life stories.The thought just blows my mind.

So for anyone who was just dying to know, my life story in a paragraph:

Joce DeWitt, born to Ron and Abbe DeWitt.

Born in Vancouver, WA during my parents' summer vacation on July 8th (if they planned that I am unaware.) Spent the first 6 years of my life in Sanaa, Yemen in the Middle East of Asia. This was where my brother, Braden, now a senior in high school, came into the picture.

The Civil War forced all foreigners out of the country, so my family left for a brief "break" to our home of Oregon. They are teachers, you see. But not just any teachers, they work overseas in International Schools. So after Oregon, we went to Bratislava, Slovakia where we spent over 2 years and once again came back to Oregon so Braden and I could spend out junior high years as normal Americans. As one could imagine, this didn't last longer than 5 years, so we were off. Again. As a family to Puerto la Cruz, Venezuela where the sun shines bright every single day of the year. After 3 years of high school in this tropical land, I spent my senior year in China and graduated in a class of 12. I made the decision to be a student at Oregon State for many reasons, but mostly because this is my home, and every radiant season brings with it a new glorious means of being alive.

I suppose if a stranger wanted to know a single thing about me, it is that I feel I have a very specific purpose in this life, and every experience I have, every person that I meet, brings me closer to finding out what it is.

A wonderful friend and pastor of mine once told me,

"God's future for you is not fragile."

What an amazing comfort to know that your hopes and dreams were taken into account when God wove together his plan for you.

...You thought I was leaving, didn't you? Wrong.

Not before I send out a prayer for my fantastic room mate, Selah Meyer, who is currently undergoing more stress than most college girls should. I thank God for her courage to stand up for what is right for herself and the people around her, including me. Selah, your determination is something I will never forget and I am so proud of you. The actions you are committing yourself to now will remain some of the most honorable in my memory.

Portland Hospitality

Good Evening, World. I'm back.

It's been the most relaxing day I've had in a long time. Who would have thought the life of a college student could get so busy? (That was a joke.) But seriously, this is the first weekend that I've gotten to actually leave Corvallis (being the wonderful black hole of a college town that it is) and come visit my godparents in their beautiful home of Portland, Oregon.

Portland, everyone.

If I was to ever choose a "big" city to live in, it would be this one.

"One cannot live well, love well or think well, unless one has dined well."

Let me tell you, I have dined like a queen today. We woke up early (okay, early for me) for a nice Breakfast at Marco's in Multnomah Village. Peggy and Clancy have eaten there every Saturday for the past... who knows how long. It's quaint and friendly, yet has novel decor that makes me grin every time I come in.

Dinner was nothing short of delightful as we dined at a German restaurant called Gustav's near Washington Square. Fondue anyone?

This type of eating out is like gold to a college student with a tight budget. But to be honest, we could have eaten all our meals at McDonald's and it wouldn't have made a lick of difference because it was the company that made this weekend so spectacular.

Peggy and Clancy, you both never fail to spoil me. Thanks again for your generosity and hospitality. Without it, going out into this crazy world "on my own" would be a million times harder. ♥

first and foremost

Hi.

I'm new to this. This blog does not have a direction, I don't have a goal in mind, it doesn't really have a purpose... yet.

But it will.

My name is Jocelyn Louise DeWitt. It would probably be in your best interest to forget my middle name. I go by Joce, but the re-occuring trend for people who have known me longer than a month call me Joc', and I'm okay with that. I love Jesus and I am grateful to him for everything I am or hope to be. I am a sophomore at Oregon State University with a major in New Media Communications and a minor in el Espanol. These two have contributed more to my enjoyment of college than anyone else:

we know how to have fun.

Among many other things, I love to write. So maybe this minuscule spot on the world wide web I have recently obtained has a point after all? It is the way of the future, is it not? That is what my New Media professors have told me anyway. I figured it's about time to throw in the towel: I'm giving up my pen and journal (what a loser, right) for this handy-dandy piece of evidence that New Media has overcome even the most hesitant of all technological retards.

Why am I a New Media major if I am technologically challenged, you ask? Well for that very reason, of course! It is the way of the future. I want a future, so there you go! The vicious cycle of life at its very finest.

For now I'll leave it at that... but only after I send a quick shout-out to my beautiful family that is very East of that vast wet blue thing some tend to call the Atlantic Ocean: Mom, Dad and Braden, those Chinese taxi drivers better not be refusing your Caucasian business.