Grammer and spell check...?

Question

I need someone to Grammer and spell check this for me... Thank you so much if you get time to give me a hand.... Let me know...


I remember standing, on the front porch of my childhood home. Staring out over the acres that surrounded our home. Looking at all that had taken place over the past few months. Summer had lost its peachy warmth to the winter mists coming off the ocean.
It was late October I can recall the smell of the pine trees and the salt in the air as if it was yesterday. The sky was a winter blue and the weather carried a harsh chill.
Mother come out just behind me carrying my Jacket and scolding me for not putting it on. I hated that pink jacket, I tried to leave it every place I possibly could.
It was a gift from my grandmother. My family not having very much money, and my grandmother not having any taste for a young girl, left me with no choice.
I turned and looked at my mother asking her why I had to wear the ugly thing. She gave me that looks she would always give me when I asked a stupid question.
Even though she didn’t answer my question I continued to argue with her.
Holding the jacket out in front of me, as if it smelt of sea weed I tried to make more excuses why I didn’t need to wear it. At that point in being 13 and not looking funny was more important to me then keeping warm or catching my death.
All this time of my ranting and raving my mother just looked at me with this pitiful face not saying a word. When I finally said, “ I wonted move if she made me where it.” I crossed my arms and thought to my self that should do it. I won’t ever have to wear that ugly think again.
As I looked into my mothers face I saw tires building up in her soft green eyes. Eminently I felt a sting in my chest, and a chocking in my heart. My mind started racing. Please let me take it back I thought to myself? What have I said what did I do?
I went over to my mother and put my hand on her brown faded jacket. Never noticing tell this point the holes and the threads coming lose from the seams.
I leaned over her and put my arms around her small bony body.
How did I do such a think to not even care to notice or to think of my mothers fellings.
. Underneath the crying she muffled out, something about wanting to give me more. I started to chock thinking of the way I had acted. I felt ashamed knowing all the hard work my mother did day in day out.
This proud woman worked for nothing more then a few dollars a day. The picture of her on her knees scrubing the floors of the smiths hotel. Something I have seen so meany times.
But this time the thought filling my stomach up with guilt as a throbbing sickness cover came my body.

Answer 1




I remember standing, on the front porch of my childhood home. Staring out over the acres that surrounded our home. Looking at all that had taken place over the past few months. Summer had lost its peachy warmth to the winter mists coming off the ocean.
It was late October I can recall the smell of the pine trees and the salt in the air as if it was yesterday. The sky was a winter blue and the weather carried a harsh chill. 
Mother come out just behind me carrying my Jacket and scolding me for not putting it on. I hated that pink jacket, I tried to leave it every place I possibly could. 
It was a gift from my grandmother. My family not having very much money, and my grandmother not having any taste for a young girl, left me with no choice. 
I turned and looked at my mother asking her why I had to wear the ugly thing. She gave me that looks she would always give me when I asked a stupid question. 
Even though she didn’t answer my question I continued to argue with her. 
Holding the jacket out in front of me, as if it smelt of sea weed I tried to make more excuses why I didn’t need to wear it. At that point in being 13 and not looking funny was more important to me then keeping warm or catching my death. 
All this time of my ranting and raving my mother just looked at me with this pitiful face not saying a word. When I finally said, “ I wonted move if she made me where it.” I crossed my arms and thought to my self that should do it. I won’t ever have to wear that ugly think again.
As I looked into my mothers face I saw tires building up in her soft green eyes. Eminently I felt a sting in my chest, and a chocking in my heart. My mind started racing. Please let me take it back I thought to myself? What have I said what did I do?
I went over to my mother and put my hand on her brown faded jacket. Never noticing tell this point the holes and the threads coming lose from the seams. 
I leaned over her and put my arms around her small bony body. 
How did I do such a think to not even care to notice or to think of my mothers feelings.
. Underneath the crying she muffled out, something about wanting to give me more. I started to chock thinking of the way I had acted. I felt ashamed knowing all the hard work my mother did day in day out.
This proud woman worked for nothing more then a few dollars a day. The picture of her on her knees scrubbing the floors of the smiths hotel. Something I have seen so many times. 
But this time the thought filling my stomach up with guilt as a throbbing sickness cover came my body




there you go. copy 7 paste it ( ctrl C then Ctrl V) it on a new word document.

Answer 2

sea weed is one word= seaweed
mothers is mother's
chocking is spelled choking
that looks is that look
fellings is spelled feeling
after feeling you put a period there is suppose to be a ?
scrubing is spelled scrubbing
meany is spelled meanly

This is the correct one:
I remember standing, on the front porch of my childhood home. Staring out over the acres that surrounded our home. Looking at all that had taken place over the past few months. Summer had lost its peachy warmth to the winter mists coming off the ocean.
It was late October I can recall the smell of the pine trees and the salt in the air as if it was yesterday. The sky was a winter blue and the weather carried a harsh chill.
Mother come out just behind me carrying my Jacket and scolding me for not putting it on. I hated that pink jacket, I tried to leave it every place I possibly could.
It was a gift from my grandmother. My family not having very much money, and my grandmother not having any taste for a young girl, left me with no choice.
I turned and looked at my mother asking her why I had to wear the ugly thing. She gave me that look she would always give me when I asked a stupid question.
Even though she didn’t answer my question I continued to argue with her.
Holding the jacket out in front of me, as if it smelt of seaweed I tried to make more excuses why I didn’t need to wear it. At that point in being 13 and not looking funny was more important to me then keeping warm or catching my death.
All this time of my ranting and raving my mother just looked at me with this pitiful face not saying a word. When I finally said, “ I wonted move if she made me where it.” I crossed my arms and thought to my self that should do it. I won’t ever have to wear that ugly think again.
As I looked into my mother’s face I saw tires building up in her soft green eyes. Eminently I felt a sting in my chest, and a choking in my heart. My mind started racing. Please let me take it back I thought to myself? What have I said what did I do?
I went over to my mother and put my hand on her brown faded jacket. Never noticing tell this point the holes and the threads coming lose from the seams.
I leaned over her and put my arms around her small bony body.
How did I do such a think to not even care to notice or to think of my mother’s feelings?
Underneath the crying she muffled out, something about wanting to give me more. I started to chock thinking of the way I had acted. I felt ashamed knowing all the hard work my mother did day in day out.
This proud woman worked for nothing more then a few dollars a day. The picture of her on her knees scrubbing the floors of the smith’s hotel. Something I have seen so meanly times.
But this time the thought filling my stomach up with guilt as a throbbing sickness covered my body.
I hope this helps!!

Answer 3

your instructor would know and comprehend that that's Math no longer text cloth. you're making it sound like your instructor is a moron. i do no longer think of s/he's in view which you're typing so that's estimated. there is not any thank you to shop your settings to a rfile with no need the instructors laptop figuring out on up the blunders.

Answer 4

Wow umm yeah that's a long story.. There is a "check spelling" button but it looks fine to me.

Answer 5

i don't think people will want to read that... too long... also, why are you asking people to do your homework when you have a check spelling button or whatever right in front of you while typing??

Answer 6

there is a spell check when you are writting the thing out it says abc check spellig!!!

Answer 7

copy and paste it in word and do a grammer and spell check.

Answer 8

its tooooooooo long to spell check. i don't feel like it
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Answer 9

i think it's preety gud myself. atleast urs is better than mine. gud job!