When it was known that the Committee would be writing descriptions for one another, Saraimmediately utilized her underworld contacts to assemble a ruthless ninja-yakuza death squad armed to the teeth with shurikens and angry cobras. Their mission; to eliminate all who dared use height-related adjectives on her profile (dimunitive, minute, microscop-*gakkk*) by imprisoning them in her private medieval dungeon.
In all seriousness though, Sara Sim is the stylish, lovable, funsized fun-loving Secretary of OUMSSA, who is known for enduring a litany of height-based jokes (“Sara? Oh there you are) and jibes about her college (“Wadham? Isn’t that the gay college?”) with her trademark stoicism and the occasional
eye-roll. Despite her daily adversities, Sara maintains a cheerful sense of humour, and readily trades swift verbal punches more than capable of puncturing the most resilient male egos. We speak from painful experience. (I may have cried once…ok, not important.)
Famous for her campaign platform of “I already look like a Secretary”, Sara is also remarkably modest about her many talents. In karaoke, she astonishes all by belting out pitch-perfect renditions of Adele, although she runs away when we try to take recordings. She also runs remarkably quickly (probably due to some previous incarnation as a gazelle, we’re not quite sure), and can leave you in the dust on her exercise runs. Ultimately, there is to Sara Sim, like the Transformers, more than meets the eye.