Hardcore B*&%#

Well, today was my first day on the floor by myself. It was crazy, I had about 3 times as many patients as the other interns and I busted my butt all day. Then at the end of the day the dietitian I was with called me and ripped me a new one. Granted, I had made a mistake, but I didn't think it was that big of a deal. Basically, I was just a little cautious with my treatment. Well, anyways to make a long story short, she took about 15 minutes to explain to me what I had done wrong, why it was wrong, why she was right, etc. etc. etc. She even said, "I don't mean to be a hardcore b*&%#, but...." By the end of her lecture I felt like I was barely qualified to make french fries at McDonalds. I ended up crying at work because I felt like I should just pack up my things and never come back. To make matters worse, I have a presentation tomorrow and needless to say I don't feel real qualified or knowledgable and I have to talk for a half an hour in front of the whole department tomorrow....If I hadn't paid 10s of thousands of dollars to go to school, I think I honestly would quit and become a chef or a clown or something.