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.

Input: Consider Input: i like to have a time to think a minute will do it take away my fear and put hope and dream in it place i like to have a time to think a minute will do it make me feel happy i think of memory of far away friend and close one i like to have a time to think a minute will do

Output: high


Input: Consider Input: i engrave thy name into my restless soul and build up imposible hope in the name of love i cry out thy name a the leaf sough hoping to be hear but each time i yield bittersweet be the word taste like the wine gloomy be the word i utter a the shadow of my mind draw the image of thy absence to the loneliness of my wall and i keep on hold on to my purple faith allay my wail there hang a rope on the branch of an old oak and it be my haecceity who fell viÂ¿ 1/2ctiÂ¿ 1/2m at he edge of that rope so i sacrifice my pericious liberty for the sake of you which i use to care for even more than you

Output: elementary


Input: Consider Input: a i watch speechless in wonder the glowing angel pause to ponder in curious glance in amazed surprise on all of goda 's creation before her angel eye she wonder how these simple being think how they can act and be one who seem to have no worry no care no trouble in the world just one in a million of those stand there lose in the crowd mixed in the scene come and go whenever they please do they not care dona't they despair for be see a a shell someone who isna't really there how do they feel how do they think when someone tell them who they be isna't worth anything ''what curious creature the angel say sadly to accept such a fate so eager and gladly the angel flutter her wing glance up a heaven sings beckon her to return so joy she may bring to the skeleton who walk around without the light of a ring shin sweetly on their head like the glorious long ago kings the angel blow a kiss to the earth fill with love and good tidings of hope that these fall angel will once again be in a position to accept their wing like the long ago angelic glorious medieval king


Output: high