How I Almost Did Not Graduate from Stanford University
I graduated from Stanford on Sunday, but it almost didn’t happen.
In fact, I was almost denied my BS degree — what the BS stands for is up to your interpretation — because I am “unboosted.” I am engaged in “vaccine noncompliance,” at least on one of the three required shots. I am not “keeping our campus community safe.”
Here’s the problem: I don’t live on campus and haven’t since November, when I finished my last courses! Stanford announced its booster mandate in December, at which time I was recovering from a covid infection and moving to Texas.
But as I learned in April when Stanford almost gave me the boot, the booster mandate is “not predicated on history of infection or physical location.” I could have been living on a Pacific island the day before my graduation, and America’s finest university would still not be able to tolerate the fact that I was only “fully vaccinated” and not “boosted.” Two shots aren’t enough, science denier – no degree for you!
Spoiler: Stanford did eventually give in when I pointed out the absurdity of their plan to enforce the mandate against me from 2,000 miles away, but only after multiple rounds of protest and a stroke of luck with a single administrator.
I’ve decided that despite the resolution, it’s a story worth telling, as it reveals much deeper problems about the bureaucratic and pandemic nightmare that Stanford has become.
This is that story.