If I had a month to live...

I'd go dancing every night for a week.  I'd whirl around and forget everything for a little while.
During the day I would spend as much time with my family and my friends as I could.  I would go to a theme park, because I've never been to one.  I would slide down the long stair rail at church.  I wouldn't tell anyone I was dying except my pastor, and maybe Christian.  Not until the end, anyway.  I would borrow Riley's Camaro and drive as fast as it could go on the back roads.  I would do all the things with my siblings I'd been promising I would do.  I'd go to classes, but I wouldn't do the homework, except for maybe the reading homework.  I'd write my story, short as it is.  I'd learn to play the prettiest version of the Moonlight Sonata.  I would tell Christian, Evan, and Finn that they were absolutely fabulous and that I wished them the absolute best.  I would hug all my friends as tightly as I could.  I would draw lovely pictures on the whiteboard in my Western Thought classroom, but until the last day, I wouldn't sign my name.
That's the first week.  The nest two weeks I'd go traveling.  I'd soak up as much experience as I could.  I'd go to where the Colossus of Rhodes once stood.  I'd throw a penny into the Fontana di Trevi, even though I'd never be coming back.  I'd kiss a stranger in the moonlight on the Venetian canals.  I'd answer the riddle of the Great Sphinx - in front of the Great Sphinx.  I'd go to a Turkish bazaar.  I'd go to China and eat dragonfruit.  I'd go to Japan and wear a kimono and eat sushi, even though I hate sushi.  Then I'd sail to Hawaii and go surfing.  Finally, I'd go back to America.  I'd go to Oklahoma and see a tornado.  I'd come back home, three weeks older and none the wiser, and I'd paint everything I'd seen.  Then I'd say goodbye, without too much fuss, and I suppose I would just die.