Jisoo
I met Jisoo one of those days when I was walking down the hall on Morrison 4th floor to my room, which is at the end of the hall. I passed by Wooseung’s room, Danny’s room, and got to my room, and next door was Jisoo’s room. She lived with two other kids just like I did. I don’t remember who her roommates were, but I knew one of them was in ROTC. There was another girl Cassie Bacon who hated that ROTC girl, and always made fun of her when she wasn’t around. I never understood the beef, but I’d listen, since I’d get a good laugh out of it anyway.
Just walking down that hallway alone was a disorientating experience. You have these Korean boys that went to the same high school in India, Korean girls who were going to high school in San Diego or Jakarta, Art people, language majors, ROTC, RA, me, and Jisoo. She’s the only person that seemed normal on the whole floor (sorry guys). She made sense. I understood why she’d feel insecure about herself, and it had nothing to do with how she looks objectively in other people’s eyes. I understood that she’d like to break out of her mom’s self-fulfilling prophecy but wasn’t sure how. I understood she liked the RA Dom and even though he found her very attractive, she wouldn't let herself believe in it.
I spent a lot of time going back and forth with her, answering her questions about her insecurities. Am I ugly? Am I fat? Am I stupid? Am I too much? I said, no. The answer is always, a solid, NO. But after a while, I did get tired of it. Then the topic of going back to Korea for a semester to see if she’d like to move back came up. She said she’d probably meet up with a plastic surgeon and get something done. I know I sounded like a boyfriend, but I was not. I was just being honest, and to be honest, I was not and will probably never will be, a patient person.
ChatGPT 翻译：
我认识 Jisoo 是在某天，我走在 Morrison 四楼的走廊上，准备回我的房间，那是在走廊尽头。我路过了 Wooseung 的房间，Danny 的房间，然后走到我的房间，隔壁就是 Jisoo 的房间。她也和我一样和另外两个孩子一起住。我不记得她室友是谁了，但我知道其中一个是 ROTC 的。有个女孩叫 Cassie Bacon 很讨厌那个 ROTC 的女孩，总在她不在的时候嘲笑她。我一直搞不懂她们之间的矛盾到底是什么，但我会听着，因为总能听出点乐子。
光是走在那条走廊上，本身就是一种让人失重的体验。你会碰到那些在印度上同一所高中的韩国男生、在圣地亚哥或雅加达上高中的韩国女生、学艺术的、学语言的、ROTC、宿管、我，还有 Jisoo。她是整层楼唯一一个看起来正常的人（对不起各位）。她是有逻辑的。我理解她为什么会对自己不自信，而且这跟别人客观怎么看她的长相毫无关系。我理解她想要挣脱她妈妈的自我实现预言，但又不知道该怎么做。我理解她喜欢宿管 Dom，尽管 Dom 也觉得她很有魅力，但她自己却不愿意相信这是真的。
我花了很多时间来来回回地陪她聊天，回答她关于自己不安的问题。我是不是很丑？我是不是太胖？我是不是很蠢？我是不是太过分了？我说，不。答案永远都是一个明确的“不”。但说实话，久了我也会觉得累。后来她说想去韩国待一个学期，看看自己是否想搬回去。她说可能会去见一个整形外科医生，做点什么。我知道我听起来像个男朋友，但我不是。我只是实话实说，而且说实话，我不是，也可能永远都不是，一个有耐心的人。