Writing Class

Hoje fiquei bem feliz. Finalmente recebi uma redação corrigida pelo professor na minha aula de writing com mais elogios do que correções. Eu posso dizer que eu escrevo razoavelmente bem em português, nem muito acima da média nem muito abaixo também. Então é bem frustante tentar escrever algo simples em outra língua e o texto voltar cheio de erros. Mas enfim, como essa última foi até que bem sucedida, vou colocar aqui. O tema era: O que vc faria se descobrisse que possui somente 24 horas de vida?

"My last 24 hours"

Let's say that for some mystical reason I've found out that I have only 24 hours left to live. Maybe I had gone to this "best-in-the-world" physician who was able not only to discover an extreme deadly illness I have but also to determine the exact period of time I'll last. Or maybe God himself had decided to make me a sacred visit to warn me that he'll need me in heaven for the next day. The fact is, knowing that all I have is 24 hours or worse, 1,440 minutes to do whatever I want or need to do, I'd have to be practical.
First of all, I would not spend time panicking. Maybe one or two minutes, but no more than that. I would wake up in the morning and after two minutes freaking out because I've realized it's my last day on Earth, I would have the best breakfast I could ever have dreamt about. Of course I would have to have all my favorite breakfast food: scrambled eggs; pancakes; pão-de-queijo (it's brazilian and I can't translate it); fresh orange juice; fresh watermelon juice; coffee of course; yogurt; jam (all kinds); a lot of French toasts and all kinds of fresh fruits.
After eating all that, however, I'd have no time to relax and digest because my time is running. I'd like to have a long walk by the beach and the day would have to be sunny, no matter what. I would have to do to a beach where the sand strip is large because I'd like to have my husband, my family and all my 47 best friends walking with me. They would take turns to be at my side and they would have to speak only about nice things and everybody would be obligated to tell me at least one joke.
By noon, I would have to have a yoga class to relax and be calm even when I see the sun is starting to move down. For lunch, I'd have to decide which of my favorite dishes I would eat, saving the rest of them for dinner.
During the afternoon, I'd like to go to SixFlags and play until I get dizzy. My niece must be at my side all the time for I must see her sweet smile until I memorize it.
By night, I would like to drink a lot of wine, while talking to my mom, my sisters and my husband. We would remember old funny stories and laugh while we get drunk (just a little bit drunk). There would be a beautiful, shinning full moon on the sky, of course. There would be a lot a music, too. Only the old and good ones.
Then I would go to sleep, hugged to my husband who would hold my hand and speak sweet words of love, softly, into my ears until I'm gone.
At the end, I'd have this nice dream I'm walking in a beautiful garden, full of sun and aromatic flowers and my grandma is waiting for me with a peaceful smile on her face and all I feel is happiness.