Can I throw in here that it was a bit inappropriate for her to suggest that you cut back?
I am a smoker, and if someone told me this, advisor or not, I'd have more than a few words for them in return. I would have listened to her, and said very politely, "Thank you for your concern; I'm sure you mean well. However, my smoking will not interfere with my clinical performance, and I am well aware that I will not be allowed to smoke during clinicals. Furthermore, I realize that I am responsible for promoting health and encouraging my paitients to quit smoking, but I am not a patient, and what I do on my own time is nobody's business but mine."
FYI, you do smell like smoke. I smell like smoke. It's virtually impossible not to, ESPECIALLY if your husband/boyfriend/SO smokes as well. There are "precautions" you can take, to lessen the smell. I keep the closet door closed, and it's full of scented sachets. I kept my uniforms bagged in a virtually impermeable garment bag immediately after washing them, and I put two big sachets in the bottom. I also kept my shoes in the box with a sachet, rather than leave them lying around (believe it or not, the leather of the shoes picks up the smell). I kept breath spray and mints in my pocket at all times, and I kept my hair pinned in a twist (when it's down and loose, it picks up the scent more easily). I sprayed a spritz of perfume over my head just in case the hair was smelly. Nothing heavy, just an extra added kind of thing. I would always wash my hands to the mid-forearm area anyway, but I found that alchohol gell (like Purell or Bath and Body Works scented stuff) was great for ensuring that my fingers didn't smell when I was working with patients. Hubby wouldn't stop smoking inside the house, so I had to take a few extra steps, but when you think about it, it's not really that many more things to do. Oh, and I didn't allow him or myself to smoke in the car- only in open spaces.
As far as quitting, I wish you the best of luck. Wellbutrin worked well for me, but I had a family disaster and resumed smoking once I was off the pills because I CHOSE to.
And as far as people rudely commenting on it, well, that's a peeve of mine. But I understand that it does linger on clothing and such, so a well-meant, polite comment will send me scurrying to the bathroom, but a rude remark will have me retorting faster than you can blink your eyes, because when you come down to it, the problem is the rudeness rather than the comment itself, you know?
Good luck in school!