Meredith Johnson ’26 –MJ, for short– heard Jessie B. Evans ‘26 before she met him.
It was orientation day, after a full program welcome she would later describe as being “hosed down with information.” Outside, the cohort had spilled into a mixer of wine and small plates, the early choreography of a group of people still learning each other’s names. Then a voice. Deep, unmistakable, “on a different frequency,” as MJ puts it. A laugh after it. Then a joke. (more…)









