Download What does my name mean? and more Study notes English in PDF only on Docsity! From the shapely hills of my home town close to the Adriatic Sea, I landed on the Granite state of America just about a month ago. I am Luca Guerrini, a 16 year old kid, born the 7th of October 1999 in the region of Marche in the middle of Italy. My town of Macerata is cradled in between two hills, soaked in the sun and centuries of history. Every stone, every tree, every name has its story: Macerata...latin for ruins, Luca...latin for light.It's fitting for me, is it not? Sun is light, Italy is soaked in light. Light is Luce, I am Luca. But am I light? Do I feel like light? Does any one care in a Granite state for a young kid from sunsplashed Italy? The 17 ofth March in 2015, sitting in an old badly repaired train, listening to my favourite music,Van Halen going crazy on his electric quitar, it was when I first thought of how incredible it would be to attend an american high school and live in a country where people speak english, my favourite subject at school. My dream became a reality after about one year. I wasn't afraid at all of the vast unknown that a trip like that could be. My mother, on the other hand, was very afraid, but still very proud about her son's decision. My parents Claudio and Stefania Guerrini both were upset because of the distance and of the different way of life. They were supposed to endure this together with the fear that comes naturally to parents when their young leave them. But I am Luca Guerrini, a warrior, am I not? Until this immigrating to a foreign land and school situation I have never thought much about my name, how it could actually influence my life. Historically my name comes from the ancient romans: I said earlier that Luca means light, but when is it really that a word will actually have only one meaning? No, Luca, in ancient Italy was the inhabitant of Lucania, an ancient region in the south. My last name on the other hand, Guerrini, comes from the latin word for war, Guerra. The person responsible of choosing my name is my mother. The name I own has a big meaning to her because it brings lots of memories from her teenage years; mostly people who left a mark in her life. In the early 1975, when flared jeans were the fashion, my mother was 12 and just in front of her house(which is the one we still live in nowadays) lived Matilde. Matilde is one of the most important people in my mother's life and was for her a guide in the most difficult moments. Matilde is 10 years older than my mom and in that period she had a 3 year old child whose name was Luca. Because of Matilde's business, my mother would be Luca's baby sitter. The two of them established a special relationship. My mother adored Luca because he was quiet, fair, curious and cute and she wanted her own son to be like him.