i know there are, i was just giving an example. ill try to use a complete geography report next time you want it double spaced?lol
Single spacing is fine, I've never been a big fan of double spaced text... seems like a terrible waste of white space in a desperate attempt for a lazy student to generate more pages for their report for the cheap illusion of doing more (quantity) or work. I'll expect your geography report on my desk by Monday morning.
In was December 26th, 1963 when I last set out with my dog-sled team to travel to the barren North Slope Region some 900 miles North of where I lived in West Anchorage to build that snowman. My house, at the time, was set on a sandy hill overlooking Cook Inlet off the Turnagain Arm. It was a warm morning, a mere 15 degrees Ferinheight below zero (-26.11 Celcius), and my dogs were eager to get started. Icicles hung off my beard as we followed Polaris, the North Star, toward our destination in the Frozen North (You see... we don't really consider it freezing out unless it is below -32 degrees Ferinheight in Alaska... this might have been due to a slight clerical error resulting from a smudge causing the misprint in some of the charts showing freezing and boiling points or water...and to this day, anything above -32 F is considered shorts and tee-shirt weather). Anyway, 1050 miles of long snowy backwoods trails (ok yeah... I got lost for about 150 miles... so sue me...) I finally arrived in the bitter cold some 150 degrees below zero Ferinheight, looking much like that snowman I was set on building.
​Much to my immediate dismay, I noticed that there was barely a millimeter of snow on the ground... apparently precipitation doesn't happen that often in a desert, and less so in the dead of winter when the weather drops significantly. So after scraping up what snow I could from a 1 mile radius around me, I finally had enough snow to build my 2' tall snowman.
Proud of my accomplishment and the majestic display of my snowman in the middle of several hundreds of miles of nowhere in particular on very barren flat ground, I set of with my team for warmer climates and headed South for home.
Several months later, I arrived back in Anchorage only to see that it had been devastated by a massive earthquake which seemed to get increasing worse the further I traveled west toward home.
...but then I remembered, my house was built up on high on the firm foundation of a sandy dune....surely it was still intact... to this day, I still marvel at the though of that entire hill just sliding off into the inlet and taking my home... errr.... igloo.... with it.
Today marks 3 weeks that we've been hiking in the snow...well...trudging. We came as far into the ice as our ship could break but our engines failed, our hull broke, and the ship began to sink violently taking many of the crew members with it. That's the irony of naming your ship Pluto Nash.
We started on foot with 23 men, 9 dogs, and a Barry Manilow greatest hits album. On our first day we covered 14.2 miles. When we made camp for the night we made a startling discovery. We left the cd player on the ship...oh, and Bill's toes were black with frostbite.
On our second day we tried trudging as far and fast as possible, but the indigestion we were all suffering from eating Bill's foot the night before was crippling us. We lost 2 and a half men that day. But by that night we were 10 miles closer.
The second night was particularly dangerous as there were wolves...and indigestion. To this day I can't imagine the horror those wolves felt after eating what was left of Bill. I almost feel sorry for them....almost.
Over the next week we lost 7 more men, 3 dogs, and someone scratched my Manilow cd...I blame Bill.
By our second week we were down to our last crumbs, 9 men, 5 dogs, and the last piece of Bill jerky. It was a grueling week but we made the decision to resort to cannibalism. As the week progressed we realized something. We didn't know where we were going and Bill had the map.
Which reminds me, why are we here? What's our mission? Why did we ever decide to come with Bill to this frozen wasteland?! We're going to die out--
Johnny, you your friends come inside before you catch a cold!
Mom I'm busy narrating a story!
Don't you talk to your mother like that young man.
Well... at lest my story was partially based on a historical reference... although I hadn't been born yet by 1963, and certainly wasn't there for the (March) 1964 earthquake, it did do substantial damage to Anchorage and the surrounding areas, including a lot of home that were built on sandy ground in West Anchorage that did slide into Cook Inlet... that area is not memorialized as Earthquake Park.
I ....flew over the North Slope Region... and visited Barrow, the northern most city in the world (I think)... well more of a large town/village, so I can't really say that I've spent much time actually in a desert (hot, cold, or otherwise)... and I've watched dog sled teams.....does that count?
Well... at lest my story was partially based on a historical reference... although I hadn't been born yet by 1963, and certainly wasn't there for the (March) 1964 earthquake, it did do substantial damage to Anchorage and the surrounding areas, including a lot of home that were built on sandy ground in West Anchorage that did slide into Cook Inlet... that area is not memorialized as Earthquake Park.
I ....flew over the North Slope Region... and visited Barrow, the northern most city in the world (I think)... well more of a large town/village, so I can't really say that I've spent much time actually in a desert (hot, cold, or otherwise)... and I've watched dog sled teams.....does that count?
if curling is a real sport, then anything goes.
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Single spacing is fine, I've never been a big fan of double spaced text... seems like a terrible waste of white space in a desperate attempt for a lazy student to generate more pages for their report for the cheap illusion of doing more (quantity) or work. I'll expect your geography report on my desk by Monday morning.
In was December 26th, 1963 when I last set out with my dog-sled team to travel to the barren North Slope Region some 900 miles North of where I lived in West Anchorage to build that snowman. My house, at the time, was set on a sandy hill overlooking Cook Inlet off the Turnagain Arm. It was a warm morning, a mere 15 degrees Ferinheight below zero (-26.11 Celcius), and my dogs were eager to get started. Icicles hung off my beard as we followed Polaris, the North Star, toward our destination in the Frozen North (You see... we don't really consider it freezing out unless it is below -32 degrees Ferinheight in Alaska... this might have been due to a slight clerical error resulting from a smudge causing the misprint in some of the charts showing freezing and boiling points or water...and to this day, anything above -32 F is considered shorts and tee-shirt weather).
Anyway, 1050 miles of long snowy backwoods trails (ok yeah... I got lost for about 150 miles... so sue me...) I finally arrived in the bitter cold some 150 degrees below zero Ferinheight, looking much like that snowman I was set on building.
​Much to my immediate dismay, I noticed that there was barely a millimeter of snow on the ground... apparently precipitation doesn't happen that often in a desert, and less so in the dead of winter when the weather drops significantly. So after scraping up what snow I could from a 1 mile radius around me, I finally had enough snow to build my 2' tall snowman.
Proud of my accomplishment and the majestic display of my snowman in the middle of several hundreds of miles of nowhere in particular on very barren flat ground, I set of with my team for warmer climates and headed South for home.
Several months later, I arrived back in Anchorage only to see that it had been devastated by a massive earthquake which seemed to get increasing worse the further I traveled west toward home.
...but then I remembered, my house was built up on high on the firm foundation of a sandy dune....surely it was still intact... to this day, I still marvel at the though of that entire hill just sliding off into the inlet and taking my home... errr.... igloo.... with it.
Today marks 3 weeks that we've been hiking in the snow...well...trudging. We came as far into the ice as our ship could break but our engines failed, our hull broke, and the ship began to sink violently taking many of the crew members with it. That's the irony of naming your ship Pluto Nash.
We started on foot with 23 men, 9 dogs, and a Barry Manilow greatest hits album. On our first day we covered 14.2 miles. When we made camp for the night we made a startling discovery. We left the cd player on the ship...oh, and Bill's toes were black with frostbite.
On our second day we tried trudging as far and fast as possible, but the indigestion we were all suffering from eating Bill's foot the night before was crippling us. We lost 2 and a half men that day. But by that night we were 10 miles closer.
The second night was particularly dangerous as there were wolves...and indigestion. To this day I can't imagine the horror those wolves felt after eating what was left of Bill. I almost feel sorry for them....almost.
Over the next week we lost 7 more men, 3 dogs, and someone scratched my Manilow cd...I blame Bill.
By our second week we were down to our last crumbs, 9 men, 5 dogs, and the last piece of Bill jerky. It was a grueling week but we made the decision to resort to cannibalism. As the week progressed we realized something. We didn't know where we were going and Bill had the map.
Which reminds me, why are we here? What's our mission? Why did we ever decide to come with Bill to this frozen wasteland?! We're going to die out--
Johnny, you your friends come inside before you catch a cold!
Mom I'm busy narrating a story!
Don't you talk to your mother like that young man.
Ma! Get outta here!...where was I?....oh yeah.
CURSE YOU BILL!!!
Well... at lest my story was partially based on a historical reference... although I hadn't been born yet by 1963, and certainly wasn't there for the (March) 1964 earthquake, it did do substantial damage to Anchorage and the surrounding areas, including a lot of home that were built on sandy ground in West Anchorage that did slide into Cook Inlet... that area is not memorialized as Earthquake Park.
I ....flew over the North Slope Region... and visited Barrow, the northern most city in the world (I think)... well more of a large town/village, so I can't really say that I've spent much time actually in a desert (hot, cold, or otherwise)... and I've watched dog sled teams.....does that count?
if curling is a real sport, then anything goes.