I interviewed with the president of the company yesterday afternoon, was told to call the principal of the school this morning. So I did & got an interview for later in the morning. I knew going in that this is an 11 month school & is making the change from a private & independent school to a charter school. I liked to principal. Then he told me what they pay starting teachers. I'd get more then that since I'm experienced. They won't pay extra for my masters. The starting pay isn't bad for a new teacher, but this is an 11 month school year! Guess I was just expecting pay to be a little higher. Oh well, I can' be too choosey. So he offered me the job & I took it. He's showing me around the building. I like the people I met. It just doesn't feel like home. The room he's giving me looks depressing (metal cabinets with bent shelves). I feel like throwing up. The room's dark, chalkboards not white boards. No supplies yet. Just a bare room with furniture. How do I make this room homey? I get in the car, call my hubby & start crying. I should be excited that I got the job! I'm not going to have to sub, things will be okay. It's a pay cut, but I was expecting that. It's not the grade (kinder). I've taught kinder before. I'm ready to go back to it after teaching 3rd grade. Am I crying because I'm relieved that I have a job? Am I grieving, again, over the loss of my previous job that I loved, in a building that I loved? That job is gone. I should be making plans, instead I keep thinking about how depressing the room was and wondering how I'm going to make it into my warm, loving, inviting classroom. Hmm, maybe the problem is I haven't had to do that in a while. Gotta start somewhere. I know this is rambling, but I just needed to vent!