GARRY WILLIAMS

Interview with Ja’mie King

It’s been a big year at Summer Heights High for Ja’mie King— but that doesn’t mean she can’t wait to leave the povvos behind again …

Q: How has the Summer Heights High experience been for you?

A: When I look back at what I’ve achieved I’m SO blown away. Making friends with the hottest girls in year 11, getting a year 7 boyfriend, dumping him, being President of the SRC, the fashion parade, formal, going out with a lesbian. It’s been an incredible experience. The whole school is going to be SO lost without me.

Q: Do you feel pressure to look hot all the time?

A: I have natural hotness so I don’t feel pressure because I’m basically what I call “Born Hot”.

Q: Why did you pick this dress?

A: It was designed to show off my assets: arse, legs and face and enhance my boobs and make them appear bigger than they really are. I looked into getting breast implants for the formal, but there’s a six-week recovery period so I couldn’t.

Q: Do you have your eating disorder under control?

A: Yes. I only starve for events now. Like dates, formals, school photos. Two or three days without food prior to an event can totally improve skin and body tone.

Q: Going to the formal with a lesbian when you’re straight sends a message of acceptance. Was that the intention?

A: Not really. It was more the shock factor. And lesbians are really in at the moment and I always like to be on top of fashion and trends.

Q: Do you see yourself as a role model for teenagers?

A: People always say I am and I can see why. It’s so random, but I’ve got this secret dream that all teenage girls in the world become just like me. It would be an amazing world, wouldn’t it?

Q: The girls at SHH seemed to worship you. Why was that?

A: I think public school girls are always fascinated by private school ones. It’s like if you drove a crap car and like a Rolls-Royce parked next to you. You would totally want to check it out.

Q: Are you going to miss SHH?

A: As if. I don’t want to be a bitch, but why would I miss sitting in a fibro classroom with a bunch of skanks and no airconditioning listening to a teacher who was too crap to get a job at a private school? Seriously.