Definition: You are given a short poem which is written by a kid. Your task is to predict if the kid is in elementary school or high school. Anyone who is from grade 1st to 6th-grade will be considered as in elementary school, and 7th to 12th-grade kids will be considered as in high school. There are only two possible outputs, i.e., elementary and high. All inputs have at least one output and it cannot have both categories at a time.

Positive Example 1 -
Input: he look into your eye that same look just take your breathe away you feel at that moment that he be definitely the one for you but just when you realize that just as fast a he take your breathe away he take your heart and break it into tiny little piece and watch it burn
Output: high

Positive Example 2 -
Input: dry leaf be fly around slowly drift to the ground the grass be turn golden brown make the colour of autumn abound
Output: elementary

Negative Example 1 -
Input: one day i buy a dog and his name be buddy he dig alot and get very muddy he be so sweet that he should be beat he can never sit still in a seat
Output: elementary

Negative Example 2 -
Input: hello knock first you never knock on my door first so now you half to pay me back o. k
Output: high

Now complete the following example -
Input: a an infant laying in the arm of my mother never think about thing i get least bother and now i ask the same question because i get haunt why people never get what they want take birth in january the time so old like the month my life too be cold like the cold wind would have sweep the area when i take birth today the wind have submerge my life leave no mirth the sky be beautiful a lovely blue but it change rapidly the loved hue many colour it change but i still do n't know do it even get a true one to show like a blind man know little where he 's head to a stick give make him find his way new more than the blind man i be in darkness too until i find the stick but do it find me too i just want my life to hold me together we should gather all the happiness together but my life be n't ready to let me live at that time it 's ok it 's fine i say but i be die i love my life so bad but it get so badly mad i guess i deserve all the pain i have but be i that bad i do n't know when i 'll have my querie dead will i have to take it to my death bed but every night this question do haunt why people never get what they want
Output: high