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: ia 'm trap stuck in this horrible place the wall slowly cave in i need some space they threaten to crush me to end my very existence i can feel the darkness creep in ready to engulf me whole ready to end me and take my soul the life in which my mother give be now be slowly drain the darkness have now overtake me but therea 's nothing i can do i cana't even see no matter how hard i try i cana't escape this empty abyss my only goal in life be to have just a little bliss no matter how small i little be good than none at all i cana't seem to smile anymore and i forget how to laugh my life be once whole but now ita 's only half lock up trap cage away in my mind be where these terrible game be play i cana't forfeit or even get a time out ia 'm the withered corn dead from the drought no more life within completely crush nowhere to begin the blackness be me ita 's in my soul it heal me it once again make me whole i be the epitome of depression but the darkness fuel my aggression embrace the night make everything alright help all problem fade everything turn gray these wall cease to collapse allow me to breathe
Output: high