By Elizabeth BodamerI did not know a single attorney – not even one – until I was assigned a mentor my first year of undergrad. From there I met another lawyer, then another lawyer, and then another. During my senior year of college, as my eyes were set on law school as the next chapter in my life, my mother walked into the law school immigration clinic where a law student helped her fill out the paperwork to become a naturalized citizen. As I started law school, my mother proudly took th...
