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Please fix my mistakes and cammas and so on, tell me if i need to add something or remove from the essay...


My family and I immigrated from Russain to United States five yeas ago. That was one
meaningful even that I will never forget. Flying for strait 12 hours from Russia to United States
we landed in LAX at 1:00 o'clock in a morning. Getting out of the air plain we went to tamorsha
to get our 12 bags, each bag waited 50 pounds. From tamorsha I dragged my self with 2, 50
pounds bags on both of my shoulders to the parking lot; where my dads friend Mike waited to
pick us up on his white Chevy 12 seat van. In a van we drove for 3 more hours to a place which
we called a home for two months, until we could find cheap apartments.
When we finally arrive to a big house, my family and I were surprised, nobody told us
that we will live in a two story house. We eagerly took your bags from a van forgetting of
the excitement how tired we were, and dragged all bags inside the house. House was really old
out side but inside it looked like new, also inside the house it smelled like paint. Mike told us that
this house was build in 70's. We left all our bags in the living room. Mike than showed us around
the house, where were the bathrooms, kitchen and more important to us at that time bedrooms.
In most of the rooms there weren't any furniture except in the bedrooms. After a tour in a house I
slowly climbed to a second floor by stares. While I was climbing on the second floor I though I
will pass out of the weakness right on those stairs, but I didn't. I climbed all the way and waddled
to the first bedroom I saw with a bed already done for sleeping. I didn't even took my clothes off
I just fall right on a bed and pass out.
The next day I woke up at 2:00 p.m, because of the beams of light that were lightening
my eyes trough slightly opened curtain. Even after sleeping of I was so tired, so I got up really
slowly, and went to the bathroom on the same floor. After getting out of the bathroom, I was
queries how the nature looks in US, so I went down by the stairs on the first floor quietly trying
not to wake anybody up. On the first floor I was searching for a door that will take me outside of
the house. I tried to look trough the windows, but I couldn't see anything because of the closed
wooden jalousie out side the house, and of the dirty glass. Searching for a couple of minute's,
finally I found the door, I didn't even open it and I already new that this door will take me out
side. I new it because of the squared shapes that door had, and by the golden handle.


I strode to the door and put my hand on the handle to open the door, surprisely at that time for
me handle was hot. I turned the handle and opened the door slowly, and the beams of sun blinded
me, I shut my eyes instead of shutting the door. I start opening my eyes little by little until my eyes
got used to the sun. I make few steps out of the house while I was squinting my eyes to see what
was outside, and ow boy was I amazed, I was shocked by the view and weather. The hottest wind
which I have never experience like this one before, with dust was blowing in my white paled face,
cooking it. The trampled ground that I was standing on was so hot, that it felt like I was standing on
heated pan. There weren't any trees, rivers, not even a life grass. Instead I saw naked dark browned
mountains 10 miles from the house we were living in, and the mountains were all around us, so it felt
like we were living in some kind of a bowl. There weren't any houses around as far as my eye can see.
There weren't any sound of a leaving creatures except sound of a hot blowing wind. Looking at all this
I asked my self, "Where in a world am I, is that how all US looks like?" After I asked my self this
questions I start to backing up back in side the house. With out even looking where am I going,
I stepped on some kind of spikes; it felt like thousand of needls pierced into my foot. Later I found out
from Mike, that this spikes growing on some kind of weeds.
The next day Mike came to visit us. I asked Mike with waived voice, "Does all US look
like this place?" Mike saw that I was worried, so he told me with smile that all states look different.
That states have different weather in some states its snowing, in the other ones its raining none stop,
and in the few states like California its hot all the time. Also he told me that behind those mountains
there are three cities Apple Valley, Hesperia and Victor Valley. That in thoes cities there is schools,
colleges and etc. there is more people over this mountains and etc. When I heard this I was so
relieved, because I already had a moment to think, that we will live like in a Moses days, living in
a desert, home schooling and etc.

Answer 1

I should be an English major! I live for this stuff! Here ya go:

My family and I emigrated from Russia to the United States five yeas ago. That was one meaningful event that I will never forget, flying for twelve hours straight from Russia to the United States. We landed in LAX at one o'clock in the morning. After getting out of the airplane, we went to the baggage claim to get our twelve bags, each bag weighing fifty pounds. From the baggage claim I dragged myself with a fifty pound bag on each of my shoulders to the parking lot where my dad’s friend Mike waited to pick us up in his white Chevy twelve-seat van. Once in the van, we drove for three more hours to a place which we would call home for the next two months until we could find affordable apartments. When we finally arrived to a big house, my family and I were surprised. Nobody told us that we would live in a two story house. We eagerly took our bags from the van, so excited that we forgot how tired we were, and dragged all bags inside the house. The house was really old on the outside but inside it looked like new Also, the inside of the house smelled like paint. Mike told us that this house was built in the seventies. We left all our bags in the living room. Mike then showed us around the house, where the bathrooms were, the kitchen, and more important to us at that time, the bedrooms. In most of the rooms there wasn’t any furniture except in the bedrooms. After a tour in the house I slowly climbed up the stairs to the second floor. While I was climbing on the second floor I thought I would pass out from weakness right on those stairs, but I didn't. I climbed all the way and waddled to the first bedroom I saw there was a bed already made for sleeping. I didn't even take my clothes off; I just fell right on the bed and passed out. The next day I woke up at 2:00 p.m. because of the beams of light that were shining in my eyes through a slightly opened curtain. Even after sleeping I was so tired, so I got up really slowly and went to the bathroom that was on the same floor. After getting out of the bathroom, I was curious about how nature looks in US, so I went down the stairs on the first floor quietly, trying not to wake anybody up. On the first floor I was searching for a door that would take me outside of the house. I tried to look trough the windows, but I couldn't see anything because there were closed wooden shutters outside the house and the glass was dirty. Searching for a couple of minutes, I finally found the door, I didn't even open it and I already new that this door would take me outside. I new it because of the squared shapes that door had, and by the golden handle.


I strode to the door and put my hand on the handle to open it, surprisingly at that time handle was hot to the touch. I turned the handle and opened the door slowly, and the beams of sun blinded me. I shut my eyes instead of shutting the door and started opening them little by little until they got used to the sun. I made a few steps out of the house while I was squinting my eyes to see what was outside, and oh boy was I amazed! I was shocked by the view and the weather. Then blew the hottest wind I had ever felt. I had never experienced one like this one before, with dust blowing in my pale white face, cooking it. The trampled ground that I was standing on was so hot, that it felt like I was standing on a hot pan. There weren't any trees, or rivers, not even a blade of grass. Instead I saw naked dark brown mountains 10 miles from the house we were living in. The mountains were all around us, so it felt like we were living in some kind of a bowl. There weren't any houses around for as far as my eyes could see. There weren't any sounds of living creatures, but there was that of a hot blowing wind. Looking at all this I asked myself, "Where in the world am I? Is this how all of the US looks like?" After I asked my self these questions I started backing up, back into the house. With out even looking where was I going, I stepped on some kind of spikes; it felt like thousands of needles piercing my foot. Later I found out from Mike that these spikes grew on some kinds of weeds. The next day Mike came to visit us. I asked Mike with a wavering voice, "Does the entire US look like this place?" Mike saw that I was worried, so he told me with a smile that all the states look different, that states have different weather. In some states it’s snowing while in the other ones it’s raining nonstop, and in the few states, like California, it’s hot all the time. Also he told me that behind those mountains there were three cities: Apple Valley, Hesperia and Victor Valley, and that in those cities there were schools and colleges. There were more people over those mountains. When I heard this I was so relieved, because I had thought for a moment that we would live like in the days of Moses, living in a desert with home schooling and etc.


I hope this helps you!

Answer 2

My family and I immigrated from Russia to the United States five years ago. That was one meaningful event that I will never forget. We flew for 12 straight hours, from Russia to the United States. We landed in LAX at 1 o'clock in the morning.

Getting out of the airplane, we went to Tamorsha to get our 12 bags. Each bag weighed 50 pounds. From Tamorsha I dragged myself, with 2-50 pound bags on my shoulders, to the parking lot. That is where my Dad's friend, Mike, waited to pick us up, in his white Chevy van, which had 12 seats. We drove for 3 hours to a place which we called home for 2 months, until we could find some cheap apartments.

When we finally arrived at the big house, my family and I were surprised. Nobody told us that we were going to live in a two story house. We eagerly took our bags from the van, forgetting how tired we were. We then dragged all the bags inside the house. The house was really old, but on the inside it looked new. It smelled like paint inside the house. Mike told us that the house had been built in the 70s.

We left our bags in the living room, while Mike showed us around the house. He showed us the bathrooms, kitchen, and most important to us, at that time, the bedrooms. In most of the rooms, there wasn't any furniture, but there was in the bedrooms.

After the tour of the house, I climbed the stairs to the second floor. While climbing, I thought I would pass out from weakness, but I did not. I stumbled to the first bedroom I saw, which was ready for use. I didnt; even take off my clothes. I just fell on the bed and passed out.

The next day, I awoke at 2:00 p.m., because lightening had come through the slightly opened curtain. Still tired, I got up and slowly made my way to the bathroom. After getting out of the bathroom, I wondered how nature in the U.S. looked. I quietly went down the stairs, so as not to wake anyone. I had to search for the door to go outside. I tried looking out the windows, but the filth and shutters were in the way. After a couple minutes, I found the door. I knew it was the door to the outside because of the way it looked. It had squares and a golden handle.

I strode to the door and touched the handle, as if to open it. Surprisingly, it was hot. When I opened the door, the sun blinded me. I closed my eyes, so I wouldn't have to shut the door.

>>>>I will add more tomorrow, but I have to go to bed right now, sorry!<<<<<

Answer 3

My family and I immigrated from Russain to United States five years ago. That was one meaningful event that I will never forget. After flying for 12 hours straight from Russia to United States, we landed in LAX at 1:00 o'clock in a morning. Getting out of the airplane, we went to tamorsha to get our bags. We had twelve, and each bag weighed 50 pounds. From tamorsha I dragged myself with two 50 pound bags on both of my shoulders to the parking lot, where my dad's friend Mike waited to
pick us up on his white Chevy 12 seat van.
In the van, we drove for 3 hours to a place where we called home for two months, until we could find cheap apartments.
When we finally arrive to a big house, my family and I were surprised because nobody told us that we will live in a two story house. We eagerly took our bags from the van forgetting how tired we were because of our excitement. The house was really old out side but inside it looked like new. It also smelled like paint inside. Mike told us that this house was build in 70's. We left all our bags in the living room as Mike showed us around
the house, where the bathrooms, the kitchen and mostly importantly to us at that time, where the bedrooms are.
In most of the rooms there wasn't any furniture except in the bedrooms. After a tour of the house, I slowly climbed to the second floor by stairs. While I was climbing on the second floor I thought I would pass out from fatigue right on those stairs, but I didn't. I climbed all the way and waddled to the first bedroom where I saw a bed already done for sleeping. I didn't even take my clothes off. I just fell right on the bed and passed out.


i only did up to this much because i was busy... i hope it helps ^^;

Answer 4

My family and I immigrated from Russain to United States five yeas ago. That was one meaningful even that I will never forget. Flying for a straight 12 hours from Russia to United States
we landed in LAX at 1:00 o'clock in a morning. Getting out of the airplain we went to Tamorsha
to get our 12 bags, each bag weighed 50 pounds. From Tamorsha I dragged my self with two 50
pound bags on my shoulders to the parking lot, where my dad's friend Mike waited in his white 12 seat Chevy to pick us up. In the van we drove for 3 more hours to a place which
we called a home for two months, until we could find a cheap apartment.
When we finally arrive to a big house, my family and I were surprised, nobody told us that we were going to live in a two story house. We eagerly took your bags from a van forgetting
how tired we were because of excitment, and dragged all bags inside the house. House was really old outside but inside it looked like new, also inside the house it smelled like fresh paint. Mike told us that this house was build in 70's. We left all our bags in the living room. Mike than showed us around the house, including where to find the bathrooms, kitchen and more important to us at that time the bedrooms. In most of the rooms were empty except for the bedrooms. After a tour of the bottom of the house I slowly climbed to the second story. While I was climbing to the second floor I thought I
would pass out of the weakness right on those stairs, but I didn't. I climbed all the way and waddled
to the first bedroom I saw with a bed ready for sleeping. I didn't even take my clothes off.
I just fell right on the bed and passed out.
The next day I woke up at 2:00 p.m, because of the beams of light that shown through the windows. Even after sleeping i was still tired, so I got up really
slowly, and went to the bathroom on the same floor. After getting out of the bathroom, I was curious how the nature looks in US, so I went down the stairs on the first floor quietly trying
not to wake anybody up. On the first floor I was searching for the door that would take me outside. I tried to look trough the windows, but I couldn't see anything because of the closed
wooden panels outside the house, and because of the dirty glass. Searching for a couple of minutes,
finally I found the door. I didn't even open it and I already new that this door will take me outside. I new it because of the squares that door had, and by the golden handle.


I strode to the door and put my hand on the handle to open the door, surprisely at that time for
me handle was hot. I turned the handle and opened the door slowly, and the beams of sun blinded
me, I shut my eyes instead of shutting the door. I start opening my eyes little by little until my eyes
got used to the sun. I make few steps out of the house while I was squinting my eyes to see what
was outside, and oh boy was I amazed. I was shocked by the view and weather.


THIS IS AS FAR AS I GOT SORRY

Answer 5

Took me some time...... hope you like it!!! I would advise adjusting the indentations of the paragraphs, and perhaps adding an ending, like "So, my journey in the United States has begun, and while I am a bit apprehensive, I believe this is going to be some fun!"
Great story though, you can sense the wonder you are feeling. Keep it up!



My family and I immigrated from Russia to United States five years ago. That was one
meaningful event that I will never forget. Flying for straight 12 hours from Russia to United States,
we landed in LAX at one o'clock in the morning. Getting out of the air plane, we went to the luggage center
to get our bags, twelve in all, and each weighed about fifty pounds. From the luggage center, I carried two, fifty pound bags on my shoulders to the parking lot where my Dad’s friend, Mike, waited to
pick us up. He was driving his white Chevy van. In the van, we drove for three more hours to a place which
we called a home for two months. Then, we searched for cheap apartments.
When we finally arrived at the house, my family and I were surprised. Nobody told us
that we would live in a two-story house. We eagerly took our bags from the van, forgetting of
the excitement and how tired we were, then dragged all the bags inside the house. The house was really old out side, but inside, it looked like new. Mike told us that this house was build in 70's. We left all our bags in the living room. Mike then showed us around the house, where the bathrooms were, where the kitchen was, and, more important to us at that time, the bedrooms.
In most of the rooms there wasn’t any furniture, except in the bedrooms. After a tour of the house, I
slowly climbed to a second floor using the stairs. While I was climbing on the second floor, I thought I
would pass out from weakness, but I didn't. I climbed all the way and waddled
to the first bedroom I saw with a bed. I didn't even take my clothes off. I just fell right onto the bed and passed out.
The next day, I woke up at 2:00 p.m, because of the beams of light that were lightening
my eyes through the slightly opened curtain. Even after sleeping, I was so tired, so I got up really
slowly. I then went to the closest bathroom on the same floor. After getting out of the bathroom, I was
curious how Nature looks in the United States, so I went down by the stairs on the first floor, quietly trying
not to wake anybody up. On the first floor, I was searching for a door that would take me outside of
the house. I tried to look through the windows, but I couldn't see anything because of the closed
wooden shutters out side the house. Also, the dirty glass blocked the view. Searching for a couple of minutes, I finally found the door. I didn't even open it, and I already knew that this door would take me outside. I knew this because of the squared shapes that the door had, and by the golden handle.


I strolled to the door and put my hand on the handle to open it. Surprisingly, at that time, the handle was hot. I turned the handle and opened the door slowly, and the beams of sun blinded
me. I shut my eyes instead of shutting the door. When I started opening my eyes, little by little, they got used to the sun. I made a few steps out of the house, while squinting, to see what
was outside. Boy, was I amazed. I was shocked by the view and weather. The hottest wind
which I have never experienced before was blowing in my shocked face.
The trampled ground that I was standing on was so hot that it felt like I was standing on
a heated pan. There weren't any trees, rivers, or even grass. Instead I saw naked, dark brown
mountains ten miles from the house we were living in, and they were all around us. It felt
like we were living in some kind of a bowl. There weren't any houses around as far as my eyes could see.
There weren't any sound of a leaving creatures except sound of a hot blowing wind. Looking at all this
I asked myself, "Where in a world am I?” and “Is this how all of the US looks like?" After I asked myself these questions, I started to back up inside the house. Without even looking where I was going,
I stepped on some kind of spikes. It felt like thousand of needles piercing into my foot. Later I found out,
from Mike, that these spikes were some kind of weed.
The next day Mike came to visit us. I asked Mike with waivering voice, "Does the whole United States look
like this place?" Mike saw that I was worried, so he told me with a smile that all states look different.
States have different atmospheres, and in some states it can be snowing, and in the others it can be raining nonstop. In a few states like California, it’s hot all the time. Also, he told me that behind those mountains
there are three cities: Apple Valley, Hesperia, and Victor Valley. In those cities there are schools,
colleges, etc… And that there are many more people over those mountains. When I heard this, I was so
relieved, because I already had a moment to think, that we would be living like in Mose’s days: in
a desert, with home schooling and such.

Answer 6

My family and I immigrated from Russia to the United States five yeas ago. That was one
meaningful event that I will never forget: flying for 12 hours from Russia to United States straight.
We landed in LAX at 1:00 o'clock in the morning. Getting out of the airplane, we went to Tamorsha
to get our 12 bags, each bag weighed 50 pounds. From Tamorsha I dragged my self with 2 50
pound bags on both of my shoulders to the parking lot, where my dad's friend Mike waited to
pick us up on his white, Chevy, 12 seat van. In the van, we drove for 3 more hours to a place which
we called home for two months, until we could find a cheap apartment.
When we finally arrived at the big house, my family and I were surprised, nobody told us
that we would live in a two story house. We eagerly took our bags from the van, forgetting how tired we were because of the excitement, and dragged all bags inside the house. The house was really old on the
outside, but inside, it looked like new. Also, inside the house, it smelled like paint. Mike told us that
the house was build in 70's. We left all our bags in the living room. Mike than showed us around
the house, where we to find the bathrooms, kitchen and, more important to us at that time, bedrooms.
There wasn't any furniture in most of the rooms except the bedrooms. After a tour in a house I
slowly climbed to the second floor. While I was climbing on the second floor I thought I
would pass out right on those stairs from the height, but I didn't. I climbed all the way and waddled
to the first bedroom I saw with a bed already made for sleeping. I didn't even took my clothes off,
I just fall right on a bed and passed out.
The next day I woke up at 2:00 p.m, because of the beams of light that were lighting
my eyes through the slightly opened curtains. Even after sleeping, I was still tired, so I got up really
slowly, and went to the bathroom on the same floor. After getting out of the bathroom, I was
curious about how the nature looks in US, so I went down by the stairs on the first floor quietly trying
not to wake anybody up. On the first floor I was searching for a door that would take me outside of
the house. I tried to look trough the windows, but I couldn't see anything because of the closed
wooden jacuzie outside the house, and the dirty glass. After searching for a couple of minutes, I
finally I found the door, I didn't even open it and I already new that this door will take me out
side. I new it because of the squared shapes that door had, and by the golden handle.


I strode to the door and put my hand on the handle to open the door, I was surprised, for at the time the handle was hot. I turned the handle and opened the door slowly, and the beams of sun blinded me. I shut my eyes instead of shutting the door. I started to open my eyes little by little until my eyes
got used to the sun. I took a few steps out of the house while I was squinting my eyes to see what
was outside, and boy, was I amazed. I was shocked by the view and weather. The hottest wind
that I have ever experienced and dust were blowing in my white, pale face,
cooking it. The trampled ground that I was standing on was so hot, that it felt like I was standing on a
heated pan. There weren't any trees, rivers, not even a blade of grass. Instead I saw naked dark brown
mountains 10 miles from the house we were living in, and the mountains were all around us, so it felt
like we were living in some kind of a bowl. There weren't any houses around as far as my eye could see.
There wasn't any sound of living creatures except the sound of a hot blowing wind. Looking at all this
I asked my self, "Where in a world am I, is that how all US looks like?" After I asked my self this
questions, I start to back up back in side the house without even looking where I was going.
I stepped on some kind of spikes, it felt like thousands of needles pierced into my foot. Later I found out
from Mike, that these spikes grow on some kind of weeds.
The next day Mike came to visit us. I asked Mike with a wavering voice, "Does all of the US look
like this place?" Mike saw that I was worried, so he told me with smile that all states look different.
That states have different weather. In some states, it’s snowing, in the other ones, it’s raining non-stop,
and in the few states like California its hot all the time. Also he told me that behind those mountains
there are three cities Apple Valley, Hesperia and Victor Valley. That in those cities, there are schools,
colleges, etc. There are more people over these mountains, etc. When I heard this, I was so
relieved, because I had thought that we all lived like Moses, living in
a desert, home schooling, etc.

NICE!!!
Don't use "and etc." though

Answer 7

My family and I immigrated from Russia to the United States five yeas ago. That was one
meaningful event that I will never forget, flying for 12 straight hours from Russia to United States
We landed in LAX at 1:00 in the morning. Getting out of the plane, we went to Tamorsha
to get our 12 bags. Each bag weighed about 50 pounds. From Tamorsha I dragged myself with two 50
pounds bags on both of my shoulders to the parking lot, where my dad's friend Mike waited to
pick us up in his white Chevy 12 seat van. In the van we drove for 3 more hours to a place which
we called home for two months, until we could find cheap apartments.
When we finally arrived at a big house, my family and I were surprised; nobody told us
that we will live in a two story house. We eagerly took our bags from the van, forgetting in
the excitement how tired we were, and dragged all bags inside the house. The house was really old
outside but inside it looked like new and it smelled like paint. Mike told us that
this house was built in the 70's. We left all our bags in the living room. Mike then showed us around
the house to the bathrooms, kitchen and, more important to us at that time, the bedrooms.
In most of the rooms there wasn't any furniture except in the bedrooms. After a tour, I
slowly climbed to a second floor by stairs. While I was climbing on the second floor I thought I
would pass out from the weakness right on those stairs, but I didn't. I climbed all the way and waddled
to the first bedroom I saw with a bed already done for sleeping. I didn't even take my clothes off.
I just fell right on the bed and passed out.
The next day I woke up at 2:00 p.m, because of the beams of light that were hitting
my eyes through the slightly opened curtain. Even after sleeping, I was so tired, so I got up really
slowly, and went to the bathroom on the same floor. After getting out of the bathroom, I was
curious how the nature looks in US, so I went down by the stairs on the first floor quietly trying
not to wake anybody up. On the first floor I was searching for a door that would take me outside
the house. I tried to look trough the windows, but I couldn't see anything because of the enclosed
wooden porch outside the house, and the dirty glass. Searching for a couple of minutes,
finally I found the door, I didn't even open it and I already knew that this door would take me out
side. I knew it because of the squared shapes that door had, and by the golden handle.


I strode to the door and put my hand on the handle to open the door. Surprisingly at that time for
me, the handle was hot. I turned the handle and opened the door slowly, and the beams of sun blinded
me. I shut my eyes instead of shutting the door. I staredt opening my eyes little by little until my eyes
got used to the sun. I made a few steps out of the house while I was squinting my eyes to see what
was outside, and oh boy was I amazed; I was shocked by the view and weather. The hottest wind and dust
which I have never experience dlike this before was blowing in my white, pale face,
cooking it. The trampled ground that I was standing on was so hot, that it felt like I was standing on a
heated pan. There weren't any trees, rivers, not even grass. Instead I saw naked, dark brown
mountains 10 miles from the house we were living in, and the mountains were all around us, so it felt
like we were living in some kind of a bowl. There weren't any houses around as far as my eye could see.
There weren't any sounds of living creatures except the sound of a hot blowing wind. Looking at all this
I asked myself, "Where in the world am I? Is that how all the U.S. looks like?" After I asked myself this
question I started to back up back inside the house. With out even looking where I was going,
I stepped on some kind of spikes; it felt like thousands of needles pierced into my foot. Later I found out
from Mike that these spikes growing were some kind of weeds.
The next day Mike came to visit us. I asked Mike with scared voice, "Does all of the US look
like this place?" Mike saw that I was worried, so he told me with a smile that all states look different,
that states have different weather. In some states it's snowing, in the other ones it's raining non-stop,
and in a few states like California it's hot all the time. Also he told me that behind those mountains
there are three cities: Apple Valley, Hesperia and Victor Valley. In those cities there are schools,
colleges and etc. There are more people over those mountains. When I heard this I was so
relieved, because I already had a moment to think, that we will live like in the Moses days, living in
the desert, home schooling and etc.

Now, if this is for a class, your teacher is going to know that you had some editing help. You used SO much description. Good job! If I were you, I would get rid of those "etc." at the end of your paper. They are not supposed to be used in this kind of writing.

Answer 8

I started doing this but then I realized that everyone else is probably right; that's probably your homework or something. Do it yourself. You're not gaining anything by having some other random person do it for you.

Answer 9

A Camera?

Answer 10

Sorry but this is one I can't help with.. You could have had the whole thing done yourself in the time it took you to type it all in here..