instruction:
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.
question:
the gleam of their ghastly front teeth their muzzle furiously black like coal glinting in the darkened ghetto threaten to sink razor into my flesh threatening to smash my beaten carcass onto rugged concrete yet hold on wait for their master 's ferocity and anger to will them into murder for they be just creature of the earth one thin tail sweep into a feeble upward motion cram into a freight train seventy six people crowd my soul wall-to-wall in one rust beaten car the only exit be small and bar a window far from my reach despair darkness desolation my father will never see me again i shall resolve myself to observe the pattern hide in the rust of this horrid hateful car my journey lurch forward with a sudden puff of smoke suddenly i do not have hate for this single train car it be simply a welded metal slab i find a jewish star etch in the rust the hair be rip from my head shorn with a metal blade slice like a cut of meat sham my flake scalp ss man 's yellow eye cut deep into my thought and my mind i be afraid he can hear the word inside me a i work for twelve hour with no rest drive to the time where raw wound and ache muscle vanish into numbness and vanish into the sod that i dig shatter it with ripe red blood and yet i find comfort in my work here for work will make me free in the rain today hungarian child tremble outside a gas chamber their body be ghost mingle with drop of silver rain and yet the tear that fell from their eye beckon to me as clear a the sun the naked gypsy girl sunken eye plead with me from the back of a wagon where they be load their wilted dead limbs entwine like tree branch provide comfort to their soul already rejoice in heaven the crematory smoke day and night their open chimney breathe gray fury into my barrack for those who have die here want revenge justice freedom yet those people can do not a thing they have already pass into nothing but their soul be free my journey be fade into darkness eye sink far into their socket face be pale and gaunt back be raw from lashings pounding thrashing tiredness be no longer a feeling instead it be a way of life i know the time be draw near gas chamber be close than the ground beneath my foot sickness be clutch at my lung skinny finger inch up my neck to strangle me for eternity but i shall live on last night i be tear rip from my home at midnight pull by the fray collar of my only shirt down to the gas chamber slap into line shove into place i be just a play piece in hitler 's war a powerless girl an unimportant child mark only with a jewish star finally i cry who would watch my tear who would pity my oncoming death i be alone die to hate prejudice anger then i hear a voice shiver in the darkness nothing more than a quiver yet a symphony to me a where be you i know you be here a my best friend forever and ever tear jolt to a halt suddenly i look into a star-filled sky my name be call for gas a come a now a a bellow crashing like angry timpani be wail upon with drummer 's mallet yet i know inside me though i will die i will never again be alone
answer:
high


question:
basketball fun fair bounce the ball pass the ball sweaty crossover coolmoves touchdown pass the ball to reviver fun half fair football
answer:
elementary


question:
i love cake but not all i wo n't eat cake if it be small it hard for me to make cake the batter be well leave unbaked vanilla be perfect perfect for a cake so be chocolate it ok. but strawberry batter need to be bake
answer:

elementary