After teaching for some years in the nursery class of a School and Children's Centre the system has finally got to me and I handed my notice in after Christmas. I am a teacher with 20 years experience and am fed up with going on 'training' alongside 16-yr-old day nursery workers and being called a 'practitioner' in a 'setting'. I'm NOT!! I am a TEACHER in a SCHOOL! Fed up with the EYFS, stalking children with bits of paper and a camera. Fed up with being expected to plan individual learning for the 65 chn in my care. Fed up with new chn starting *****-nilly - no notice, no paperwork, no introduction, sometimes not even a surname or DoB. Fed up with CC staff being replaced ad hoc with inadequate and illiterate trainees. Fed up with lack of professionalism and care from people I am supposed to manage. Fed up with spending hours of my own time sticking post-its and photos in files for NO professional reason other than a nice gift to parents at the end of the year. I AM a professional and I DO know my children without having 17 post-its from various staff saying that little Johnny can count to 10 or that so-and-so can cut with scissors. Fed up with doing the bulk of the paperwork despite having a co-worker who is supposed to share it. Fed up with the EYFS allowing children to run wild in the name of 'Creative and Physical Development'. Fed up with the govt expecting me to a be a parent to all these chn and provide experiences that parents should be doing too. Fed up with flexible provision. Fed up with falling standards of behaviour and expectations. Do you get it yet? I Am Fed Up! Can't wait to leave in a few weeks. Looking forward to sleeping properly, enjoying not having work constantly on my mind, not having to spend hours doing paperwork at home...... and to becoming the nicer person I know I am really.! But I will miss some of the children and a few of my colleagues. Oh, and before you ask, my HT, AHT and Chair of Govs don't want me to leave - they're stunned that I am going. Must have been doing something right during the years of unhappiness. Just had to vent my spleen somewhere - sorry!