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: a wondrous power i call him my strong tower for the way he love me there be no great than he he restore me from a broken soul the almighty make me whole free and alive ia 'll sing for him because he will help them for his love pour out like rain take away all your pain he will bring a new beginning so for him leta 's keep singing

Output: high

Input: Consider Input: slink along like a shadow hardly there blaze like the sun shin a cat be the wind floating a leaf fall from a tree fierce a lion roar for food stinging a whip on a horse back soft a cloud rolling by the cat land on it legs thump in the kitchen slurp lap walk through the house swish to sleep flop purr

Output: high

Input: Consider Input: home be play music as loud a i desire every sound of strum echo through the hallway and reach through each room the melody of each key bounce off the wall like an easy game of pinball a strong calm rush run inside me a if witness an ocean wave when hit pitch perfect home be snuggle with vision of fantasy and dream through a book flip through the page until my eye feel heavy no longer able to keep them open million of word transform into a long movie in my head lose track of time get too catch up in different charactersa ' story feel their emotion and forget about reality home be be comfortable and not have to impress anyone where a bare face be flawless and perfect and m. a. c be not allow to come over my loose messy bun fall apart after about 3 minute of put it up not care if the color of my tee and sweat arena't completely match home be let out emotion any way i want cry on my pillow and wake up to baggy eye look like i havena't sleep in day slam door to keep out everything else while the wall shake from frustration ramble on to my best friend release all my bottle up feeling home be mix of aroma throughout the air steam white rice from my grandmothera 's soft palm fill the kitchen jasmine green tea dad buy specially for me in my hand still too hot to drink hold my breath on saturday not want to inhale the windex moma 's use to clean home be where i belong
Output: high