Sorry

It always seems trite to try to write snappy blog posts about big issues, and generally I shy away from it. But today was historic for Australians. So historic that I forgot to plan my lesson properly and assumed that, along with the other 20 million Australians, I would be able to easily stream the Prime Minister's sorry speech to the Stolen Generations from the internet. I would have brought historyinthemaking into relevantdiscussions. I would not have cried, but would have rejoiced with 18 starry-eyed teenagers about what good one little, heartfelt word can do.

But, when every website I tried froze after clicking 'listen' I locked the door to my office and wept.

Then I remembered why our Prime Minister was saying sorry and I wept.

Then I got on with my day.

I came home, after helping kids have their school photos taken, helping ADHD year eights sit down and finish a whole story, helping year nines learn about the 'Indigenous Resistance' section of their Australian History course, helping year tens learn about empathy for their 'To Kill a Mockingbird' course, and I watched the news.

When I finally saw footage of the 'throngs' at our capital cities and heard K-Rudd speak, I was so proud of us all that I had a little teary, and a nice glass of wine.

Sorry is the first step, and today I am proud.