On June 3 this year, the 55th graduation ceremony of Pyongyang Teachers Training College took place online.
The speech delivered by Jong Yu Gyong at the ceremony left a lasting impression on all the participants.
Following are the excerpts from her speech.
Today as I stand on the rostrum on the day of graduating from Pyongyang Teachers Training College, I am reminded of my father and mother. One day seven years ago, I lost my parents unexpectedly at the same time on the same day. The fact of being an orphan was hardly believable for me, a thirteen-year-old girl, who had been living in happiness as the only daughter of the family. Since then I disliked people’s sympathy for me, and became narrow-minded. I always wanted to be alone. However, there was a grateful person who brought laugh back to my frozen life. She was a Party official of the Transmission Line Laying Station where my father had worked. I called her elder aunt. Living in her house I started my life filled with happy smile again.
Later, I was enrolled at Pyongyang Middle School for Orphans run under the deep concern of the Workers’ Party of Korea and the state.
As I knew some time later, when I arrived at the school my “aunt” said to the teachers that she had thought it was enough for her to bring me up healthily and love me lest I feel lonely. However, when she had heard that during his on-site guidance at the Pyongyang primary and middle schools for orphans the respected Comrade Kim Jong Un said that they should bring up orphans well so that famous scientists, sportspersons, artists service personnel and heroes can be produced among them, and that he takes all the measures to make orphans grow up uprightly, soundly, brightly and merrily without feeling an iota of gloom, she thought that her worry was useless.
The one who greeted me first at the school was a girl teacher.
I was very surprised that her name was exactly the same with that of my “aunt,” and this formed in me a strong attachment to her.
But she made exacting demands on me. So, I always thought that the teacher had her own yardstick with which to be strict with me only. She tried to correct my nature of being narrow-minded, and took care of me with motherly sincerity and affection. The state provided me with all the things needed for daily life, and the happy days I spent at the school are etched in my memory.
After graduating from the middle school with top marks, I was enrolled, as I had wished, at Pyongyang Teachers Training College, a “pedigree” institution for training the rising generations.
At the college equipped with modern educational means and facilities, I learned to my heart’s content and studied free from worries.
Now I am 20, and I thought of the persons who took care of my growth.
“Elder aunt” Yun Sun Hui at the Transmission Line Laying Station is taking care of the young people in her station, regarding it as her pleasure and pride. The teachers of the middle school for orphans looked after me in place of my parents, and those in the college taught me profound knowledge, even mapping out individual timetables for me. My classmates also injected happiness and vitality to me. I came to know the greatest sincerity and the best affection in the world here in Pyongyang, where I have nurtured my dream.
I volunteered to go to the city of Samjiyon, a mountain town from where Mt Paektu, a sublime mountain of the revolution, can be seen. There I will teach the students of primary school, devoting my genuine sincerity and affection, which I have received from other people.
Some days later, she bade farewell to the teachers of the college and her classmates and left for the remote mountain town.