Higl’s Squiggles

Higl's Squiggles: Nearing the finish line

Well, friends, it’s the end of an era. This is the last Higl’s Squiggles you’ll ever have the honor of reading. (Not to worry, though. I’ll write my final ‘thank you’ column in the senior edition in late April. That’ll be a tearjerker.)   Ah yes, they’ve finally done it. They’ve finally kicked me out.…

Higl's Squiggles: Thank you, John Carroll

  In just two months time, I will no longer walk along the Quad, avoiding eye contact with the voracious squirrels that lurk the campus. I will no longer be able to drop into some of my greatest mentors’ offices and shoot the breeze whenever I please. I will no longer have the pleasure of…

Higl's Squiggles: Think before you stereotype

To all you movers and shakers out there, listen to my plea. Join me and break gender stereotypes in the world. Before you throw your hands up in frustration, roll your eyes at another allegedly crazy feminist column and say gender equality does exist, take a deep breath, a step back and hear me out.…

Higl's Squiggles: Resume lines are for wimps

Hello, my name is Alexandra Higl, and I’m an over-achiever. (Phew. Glad I got that off my chest.)   I am among the likes of the annoying “Hermione Grangers” of the bunch – from my commitment to stalking professors in their offices, to being that annoying girl who drinks too much caffeine and doesn’t get…

Higl's Squiggles: 365 days of love

  It’s the most cringeworthy time of the year.   Wait, maybe that’s not how the song goes.   Yes, folks, I’m talking about Valentine’s Day.   It’s the day where I roll my eyes at the copious amounts of nauseating social media posts. You know the type. Basic girls across the globe professing how…

Higl's Squiggles: Tough love

You get a trophy. And you get a trophy. And you, over there, you get a trophy. Everybody gets a trophy.   It feels like that sometimes -– especially in our generation.   I bet you know what I’m talking about.   Pretty much all of us have attended award ceremonies where they give away…

Higl's Squiggles: Bash my city no longer

Want to make my blood boil and see the veins pop out of my head? Throw a Cleveland joke at me.  Go on. I dare you.   If you’re so bold as to enter this dangerous territory, prepare yourself for some serious Higl Squiggle sass.   As a born and bred Clevelander, I’ve heard all…

Higl's Squiggles: Dinner convo face off: Kardashians vs. Obama

Hello, and welcome to another round of Higl’s Squiggles’ game, “picture this.” Today, we take you to a suburban house with a white picket fence, lush green yard and a family of four. It’s 5:30 p.m., and the mom, dad and two kids are seated at the dinner table, ready to engage in an intellectual…

Higl's Squiggles: The war on student loan debt

I’m currently on the search for a box. You know, to live in after graduation. It’s rent-free. My biggest fear at the moment is that it won’t be waterproof. I have to plan ahead with this crazy Cleveland weather and all.   I’m also going to have to make friends with someone with a microwave…

Higl's Squiggles: “A big fat bank account and a slim body”

  “Dear Santa,   This year, please give me a big fat bank account and a slim body. Please don’t mix those two up like you did last year. Thanks.”   That’s my Christmas wish. Hold on – just kidding.   Before you rip apart this paper piece by piece in utter horror at the…

Higl's Squiggles: So what are you going to do with your life?

  Dear youngsters,   Don’t grow up. Don’t be a senior. Don’t do it. Please. I beg of you.   Find the nearest time machine, fountain of eternal youth or some magical Harry Potter knick-knack, and find some way to ensure you don’t get the dreaded, “Senior, it’s time to declare your graduation,” email. (This…

Higl's Squiggles: Save an imagination- Buy a Barbie

  Let me take you back to the days of little Alexandra Higl – the certified doll hoarder. Okay, maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration. I can assure you I wasn’t even close to the people featured on the A&E documentary series, “Hoarders.”   However, in the ‘90s, my room was a straight up…

Higl's Squiggles: Following Malala Yousafzai’s lead

  Do me a favor. For this one moment, stop thinking about yourself. You heard me. Cast aside that 21st century self-centered mentality for the next few minutes (this might be more difficult for some).   In today’s world, we wallow in self-pity. We’re all guilty of it. Even you. Yes, I’m talking to you.…

Higl's Squiggles: Please let my daughter be a nerd

I have a dream. Wait, hasn’t that been done before?   Scratch that. It’s more like a wish. Actually, I take that back – it’s a prayer.   Will you please join hands?   To the Man Upstairs, this is my prayer: if one day, I would be so blessed as to have a daughter,…

Higl's Squiggles: Lean in, lean out

  As the great James Brown once said, “It’s a man’s, man’s, man’s world.”   Well, obviously not anymore. It’s the 21st century. We’ve abandoned stereotypes, gender roles and have striven towards equality. Women leaders have rallied as much support as men in the workforce. Right?   Wrong.   My fear is that this grand…

Higl's Squiggles: A letter to Urban Outfitters

  To my loyal readers, I come to you today with a broken heart. As a self-proclaimed lover of fashion and art, I am troubled. A store where I used to spend my spare hours perusing its website, essentially foaming at the mouth at the hipster-esque, jaw-dropping, eye-catching apparel, has lost my trust, respect and…

Higl's Squiggles: Call Me Never

  Hey there, ladies and gentlemen. It’s time to play everyone’s favorite Higl’s Squiggles game: “picture this.”   I’d like you to let your imaginations run wild. Picture a strapping young lad in his 20’s. He works a 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. job, and lunchtime rolls around. He leaves the office, and innocently walks…

Higl's Squiggles: What do you want to be remembered for?

  New year, new you – right? Maybe not.   Let me tell you, the whole “nervous pit in your stomach feeling that you’re going to spill your cookies the night before classes” still exists senior year. Oh yes, believe me. And, it’s perfectly acceptable to slam a whole pint of Ben & Jerry’s Chubby…

Higl's Squiggles: Please tweet responsibly

To my hip, young, espresso-drinking, social media savvy readers, I pose this question: Have you ever been seized by such unbelievable rage that you just want to scream out your frustrations on the mountaintops? You know what type of rage I’m talking about: the type where you want to go all Incredible Hulk or King…

Higl's Squiggles: Can I be young again? Pretty please?

As the wise George Bernard Shaw once said, “youth is wasted on the young.”   You better believe it is.   It’s my birthday month (all gifts and monetary donations can be directed to the newsroom. I enjoy cake, too). And, as the big 21 approaches, I’ve realized that growing up isn’t as fun as…

Higl's Squiggles: When ice cream doesn’t do the job

It gets to a point in life that binge-eating a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Chubby Hubby can only provide so much solace. Sure, the initial experience may be quite heavenly: the sensation of digging your spoon into the sweet and salty good goodness; smacking your lips together in satisfaction after the first few divine…

Higl's Squiggles: Honesty is the best policy. Wait, is my nose growing?

    Hey there, ladies and gentlemen, it’s time to play everyone’s favorite game, “name that movie.” (Cue cheesy game show music). I’ll give you a quote and you tell me what movie it’s from. Okay, start the clock.   Girl to another girl’s face: “Omigosh I love your skirt, where’d you get it?” Girl…

Higl's Squiggles: If I were a cereal, I’d be Raisin Bran

The other day, I underwent a life-changing experience (Get ready, friends. This is about to be deep). It all began around 2 a.m. – well into the wee hours of the night – the time where the most pivotal moments occur. Like all the other great minds who have walked these JCU halls before me,…

Higl's Squiggles: All you need is love

As the dynamic team of Black Eyed Peas and Fergie circa 2003 once asked, “Where is the love?” We live in a world filled with hate: catty females grabbing each other by the hair in a drunken state fighting over the tall, dark and handsome mysterious stranger in the corner. Curly-haired-brunette, pink-wearing girls who squeal…

Higl's Squiggles: Long live The Beatles

  Whenever I’m down in the dumps, I always get by with a little help from my friends. Four fab friends to be exact: Paul, John, George and Ringo. If you live under a rock and are making the confused, blank Paris Hilton stare of oblivion because you have no idea of who I’m talking…