In 12th grade literature class we ran across the personal description, "Lellie had pale skin." I told the students it meant very white. I could tell they didn't get it.
"Look at my arm," I said as I walked around displaying the tan skin on the top of my forearm. "That is not white. You hear me? That's called tan. It is not white."
I rolled up my sleeve and flashed the ghostly pale skin under my bicep. They gasped, all of them, and I swear some of them covered their eyes, blinded. "That is white."
