What I Learned In Social Work

I sat and watched a forty-year old woman who could not even pick up her own tissue as she sobbed about her condition. She had lost her hands and legs to no fault of her own. I was mesmerized as my father skillfully interviewed her with compassion while he was obtaining the information to evaluate the legal basis of her claim. As a child, I would often accompany my father to his office, the courthouse, other law firms, and clients’ businesses, which only increased my curiosity for all of the work behind investigating and developing complex cases. From a fairly young age, I enjoyed making copies, sorting folders, and making binders that went down the hall and sometimes even went into a plane for a deposition. I would especially look forward to the days when my father would go to the Harris County Civil Courthouse to try cases, as well as for depositions and hearings. The entire process of building up a case from scratch and getting it ready for settlement or for trial intrigued me. Before long, I interviewed for and obtained a job as a teenager where I learned to speak to clients, collect

Over winter break, during my junior year of college, my younger brother unexpectedly passed away and it devastated me beyond belief. I now personally understood the devastation of unexpected and unexplainable loss. Returning to school was important to me because I did not want to risk graduating late and my brother would definitely have supported my decision to return to school. Against the advice of my family and friends to take the spring semester off, I went back to college two weeks after my brother passed away. The right decision was made, because if I did not return to college, I would not have been able to graduate on time and most likely would not have been able to begin law school in the fall of