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.
Example: 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
Example solution: high
Example explanation: The poem is long and linguistically well structured, and the prediction is correct.

Problem: i open my head like the cork of a bottle the secret place where i keep the honey yellow liquid smooth in texture sweet in taste i reach inside to scoop some out then i place it in a bowl the honey help me make lot of friend the bowl a catalyst to make amends if an acquaintance feel a certain way then happiness the honey may i reach in to gather more honey gathering deeper and deeper explore the dark hidden chasm in my mind must i push myself so harshly endanger myself for a quick release however with more honey come more friend and without friend how will i live such risk may be worth take i wipe the spare honey off the side of the bowl then take a quick taste to appease my soul i look at my shelf which there be not enough i need more honey of which i hope they will love soon i empty myself of honey cause the chasm to hollow out without my happy thought to soothe they begin to quake in anger and pain i grab a knife curiosity drive me forward until i run out then emptiness halt me i place it down now all i have be my honey soon my friend arrive and i offer them all my honey deep down i only wish it help them on their journey they take their fill then leave without warn they leave me alone with empty bowl and mourning i love offer honey to my friend and family i just wish i could get something back ia 'm starve my mind be now hollow cavernous and a scary place without happiness to ease it yet i continue on ignorant to what my idea may say to me everybody claim the best part about me be my honey if only i could have some for me
Solution: high