Yo, seriously guys, chill the f— out.

The weather’s getting hotter, finals are coming up and you’ve had as much as you can take from your crappy roommate (Steve). I know the feeling. Tensions are running high on campus.

Whether it’s because you’re super-college party boy or girl and you’re packing as much drinking into your schedule as you can before you have to go back to mom’s house in Edgewater, Md., all summer or because you’re one of the kids whose backpack is bigger than you are and you’re about to Adderall your way through your exams, I’m willing to bet you’re feeling the pressure right now. So take a tip from Rob Gindes, life coach, and just chill out for a second.

You can see it with all these worthless debates going on here. Like how every column in this paper besides mine is about abortion. Blah blah, you’re a Nazi that wants to run other peoples’ lives. Blah blah, you’re in favor of killing babies. Let’s just crack open a beer and relax about it. Why doesn’t everyone just mind their own business?

As I type this, it is 91 mother-loving degrees outside. This is at least 31 degrees too warm to get worked up about anything, so my suggestion is we all just try to relax and live our own lives. Hell, I somehow get paid to write opinions and even I realize no one cares about one another’s viewpoints.

If I had a common theme of all the columns I’ve written this year, it’s that people need to stop getting so worked up about things that are so trivial. We see it again and again. People just start high school drama even though we’re an inch away from the scary-ass real world. I hate high school drama. Check my yearbook page. It’s right next to “fake people.”

So that’s my resolution for the waning weeks of this school year: I’m going to chill out. I’m going to visit Chile. I’m going to go to 7-Eleven and get some chili and cheese. I’m going to get my air conditioning fixed by Chilltrol. We’re in college, which means right off the bat we’re in like the top percentile of lucky people in the world. Don’t stress yourself out about it – enjoy it.

I was at a concert Saturday night with a friend and they had a booth set up where you had to do a sort of mind-battle to get this little ball to roll toward your opponent. But the trick was, you won the game by having less brain activity than the other person. So in essence, the game was a chill battle. Needless to say, I was victorious.

But I bring this up because that’s how we should look at all the silly pressure cropping up right now: If you really want to battle someone, have it be a chill battle. Strive the hardest you can to feel as relaxed as you can.

So beat the heat. Play with the chill-dren, have an en-chill-ada. I’ll just come out and say it: Take a chill pill.

Rob Gindes is a junior journalism major. He can be reached at

gindesdbk@gmail.com.