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.

two road diverge in a yellow wood a many decide to take the one many others venture on it may be successful it may not but how can one be successful when be confine like a herd without exit i choose the one harder to envision for most undesirable maybe maybe not success come to the person who make the hard right not the easy wrong so a i go on this enormous miraculous journey they call life i will strive for the road le travel by and hopefully that will make all the difference
high

rock easy to lose dead ball super on base xtream
elementary

hello father thank you for sit with me i havena't hear back from you i bet ita 's really hard to focus on one person right so many more people need you also youa 're a little difficult to contact these day for a while i have be wonder if you really exist i know we should live by faith and not by sight but i havena't be live the christian path lord i just want to see you before i die i dona't feel a warm and comfort by myself god please stay i never intend to end up strand this way mom say that ia 'm easy to love but i dona't know if i could if i be you consider your control from above if i never mess up again ill try to pray although i say that all the time and start to stray away carry me lord i dona't know what else to do but i would love it to be in your arm and lay with you you can take care of me in earthly form but i might take that back because ia 'm a little torn i dona't know if i can put away my childish thing i want to feel free a- fly away and grow wing maybe therea 's a verse for that be there one from memory i recall one john 3:16 say that you give up your one and only son but do that apply to me be i a believer i havena't see myself all grow up but ia 'd like to meet her so lord will you comb my hair i can lay in your lap you can take care of me over there will you hold my hand right now ia 'll never find your kind of man lord will you eat dinner with me i can clean your foot or make you my favorite sweet pea we can stay up for day and talk till all day end we can discuss everything like wea 've always be best friend just stay lord i cana't keep living this way
high