Vintage car revamped

To the only thing that I know how to do, farewell.

I'm very nervous about this parting of ways. I never knew how to do anything but to go to school and be a student. I guess I can say I am pretty much a model student -- on the outside. I mean, everyone seems to think that I am the typical nerd who lives and breathes homework. The truth is I never really liked homework. What I love, though, is the thrill I get from learning new things because of homework. Yeah, I never do things on my own. I am kinda like an old vehicle which needs a little pumping before I run my motor on my own. I still do that from time to time, but each time someone pumps my motor, they leave something behind for me. Some left scratches on my paint job, some left permanent damage on my hood, while some left a little polish for me to shine. Sometimes I take the damages more seriously than the services. The negative thoughts would sometimes immobilize my growth. Other times, when I think about the inspiration brought about by this awesome, loving, beautiful person whom I have only met online (I know you know it's you :D), my amazing teachers, and all those who believed I can make it first place in a grand prix, and the undying love of my mom, my best friend, my aunt, and the ever-silent yet ever-present God, I feel like I am the best, most expensive car in the world. I feel like I could go for miles and miles and never tire myself out because their love is enough to keep me going. No matter what they left for me, they all did not fail to let me see that everything I do is an added bling in my rusty old body. In my nineteen years of existence and fifteen years of schooling, this vintage car just got pimped to a whole new level.