Teacher: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.
Teacher: Now, understand the problem? Solve this instance: i sit in the silence of the room but not in my mind i hide and cover myself with the pain when the pressure rain down on me like a thousand needle that be when i walk down a path of empty promise and no destination that road that lead nowhere hold by linger soul who pay toll of loneliness i wonder why be my mind so loud in such a quiet room why do i hide and become shy i be consume by my own feeling but they still look at me with contempt in their eye look at me think i ca n't do anything it 's not true i just choose i be not a helpless mouse haunt by the thought of the wild i do n't spin around in question hop for the bad one day yet i do n't wish for the best to come those who be hold back by their past and dream blame that one reason without surpass the purpose be not to surpass your friend family dream or foe but yourself to surpass yourself mean to walk along that path until the end come near until then you and i will be chase run down that road hand in hand with loneliness anxiety fear and the nasty thing you say to yourself it be not all dark but a shimmer of sunlight leak into the dark black jar i sit in i wish to seek all brightness to lay in the grass with another whom i trust but these be just fantasy i absently wish for lay on the grassy green hill in my dream wait for my loyal friend to lay beside me sleep in bliss i will miss my dream my imagination and i will dry up into the air along with my thought of tranquility that day will be the end i will fill with fake smile shatter laugh and a stone cold face with no emotion i will cause no commotion for others to enjoy i will fill with pressure i be a thousand pound heavier but i know it be just my imagination that be my road lead to the back of my mind that go throughout my simple life this be what my mind carry hold and protect how controlling mind can be crowd your head with word full of worry
Student:
high