colours turned out a little bad sorry about that

marmotje  asked:

Hi! I'd like to ask you a question! I talked to the woman who cleans our school yesterday and we talked about clothes and everything. Suddenly she told me that green is considered an evil colour in Poland? But I couldn't understand her explanation! I asked my mum later (who was born in Silesia and a friend of hers but they didn't know anything about it. Now I'm confused and apparently I'm a bad person now, because my favourite colour is green? (Seriously, my classroom was flooded today!) Help!

(2/2) I really really hope that you can help me! (Even if it turns out it was just a joke) And thank you for your time!


Sorry for a late reply but I had to think about your ask for a little bit.

Okay, so before I start to elaborate about it, you have to know that I’m not so sure about my answer because I’ve never heard about green being an “evil colour”. So this is only my assumption. 

Firstly, we need to “divide” Polish culture into 2 parts - after christianity and before it (Slavic beliefs), because many symbols changed their meanings after the Christianisation of Poland. 

Let’s start with pre-christianity period. Then green was a colour of a new life, animals and plants, farming. It was believed that green could save people from injuries. On the other hand this was a colour of immaturity. I’m not sure about it (because there is little historical facts about images of slavic gods and deities) but I’ve read that green was be considered to be a colour of wild places (and holy at the same time) and their inhibitants like deities or demonic creatures.

After the baptism of Poland the meaning of green colour could have changed. Even so, green can’t be such an evil colour since even in the Bible (creating a world) it is a colour of life (green plants as a food for ppl and animals). But mind that there is also a description of the Apocalypse in the Bible where we’ve got “an ashen horse; and he who sat on it had the name Death”. In Polish most popular translation of the Bible the colour of this horse is “trupio blady” (deathly pale) but in some images Death sits on a green horse. The translation from can also differ - it doesn’t have to be pale, it might be also yellowish or pale green. So maybe that’s why pale green can be considered as a colour of illness, sickness or disease and death. A bright green symbolises a poison or venom. Maybe it is also about reptiles that are, let’s say, the enemies of christianity (a snake or dragon - for instance Saint George who fought a dragon, a satan in fact).

Right now green is rather a positive colour but I’m not so surprised that this Polish woman finds it negative or even evil. But once again, this is only my guess, I’m not sure if my assumptions are correct. 

Maybe some of my followers have sth to add. Also @lamus-dworski - maybe you are able to say sth more about this.

Grades and Questions

Requested: Can you do a story in which the reader is a teacher in high school and is Cora’s english teacher and Derek goes to get her grades and talk with her because it’s parents day, and Cora doesn’t have parents! And he fell for her or something? 😇

A/N: Technically an AU I guess as he never needed to go to one of the conferences, so yeah that’s about the only note to give. So, let’s just say Cora grew up with Derek in this one.

Parent-teacher conferences were the most irritating part of being a teacher. I mean, the planning was sometimes tedious, the lessons themselves could range from entertaining to downright stressful and the staff room was an entertaining place to be most of the time. The conferences, however, seemed to bring the worst out in everyone.

The staff room was in shambles. Anna was flicking through her notes, panicking that she was missing Scott McCall’s notes; Adrian was sitting in the corner, drinking a cup of coffee and surveying everyone over the rim with a kind of malicious amusement on his face and Michaela was frantically trying to make sure that no one could tell her roots were showing too badly. There was a nervous tension hanging in the room, one which wasn’t helped by Jayden talking loudly about how well his class for home room had been doing in all their tests.

‘D’you reckon he’ll shut up?’ Francine asked me, surveying Jayden coolly as she dropped a couple of sugar cubes into her drink.

‘Maybe if he has to face Mr Lahey, I heard he can be a nightmare,’ I said, absently picking up my notes on the English classes.

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