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I transferred to pali in eleventh grade. The first week was hard, having few friends and feeling uncomfortable in a new environment. One of the first people I met was Dillon. We both were on the JV soccer team together, and we both shared Ms. Gilbert’s second period English class. Dillon always made an effort to include me in conversations during class and he was always down to just joke around with me after soccer practice. He knew that I was adjusting in a new place, and he really made an effort to make me feel at home. He offered his friendship to me at a time in which I didnt have many people to call friends. We only hung out a couple times outside of school, but nevertheless, whenever we did see each other he always treated me like I was one of his good friends. To this day the first thing that comes to mind when I think of Pali is a memory of Dillon talking to me and a couple other soccer teammates at practice, making us crack up over and over again with this one joke he was telling. I saw Dillon in the village a couple days before he died. As soon as he saw me he waved to me and immediately came over with a huge smile, asking me how I had been and how my summer was. We talked a bit and he told me that we needed to hang out and play

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