conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled Rikers High about VOYA with the genre: Children's Books, Geography & Cultures.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: "With down-to-earth language based on his own experiences... the author captures the reader." - VOYA
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: " - VOYA. the author captures the reader..."With down-to-earth language based on his own experiences
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first two paragraphs for the book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Rikers High
  Special thanks to Joy Peskin, Regina Hayes, Rosemary Stimola, Jim Cocoros, David Addison, Tyrone Thompson, April Volponi, Mary Volponi, and Sabrina Volponi.
  They can't take the count by looking. Just like in the movies, a kid could roll his clothes up under a blanket and be on the loose. So they count by feeling for a warm body.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: It was time for lunch, but we weren't going anywhere. Dawson and Arrigo called Captain Montenez, and he showed up with a fresh bunch of COs.
  Montenez called the mess hall workers from our house back to the trailer. Then he had a fit because Dawson and Arrigo forgot about Sanchez being next door with the counselor. And when Sanchez and the mess hall workers came up clean, too, Montenez got serious, ordering the COs to strip-search the kids in each classroom.
  The COs went into the rooms while Montenez stood at the door. We pushed all the chairs and desks to the middle of the floor. Then we had to take off all our clothes and throw them into one big pile.
  The COs patted down our clothes and went through all the pockets. They mostly found food and cigarettes, and confiscated it all. You weren't allowed to bring any of that shit to school, but dudes tried to puff in the bathroom and sneak food into class anyway. Then they found some kid's pussy magazine rolled up in his sleeve.
  Demarco was going from room to room, talking to kids and looking for the chalk holder. Mrs. Daniels was helping, too, but she disappeared when they made us take off our clothes. Murray and Ms. Jackson were standing around at the officers' desk taking heat from Montenez.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: There was a meeting up at the judge's desk with the DA and Miss Thompson. They talked for a while, and I kept looking over my shoulder to see if Mom was all right.
  The judge said that a year of probation and a drug program on Saturday mornings would make the state square with me. But I didn't know that anything was ever going to make me even with the system again.
  He didn't understand what happens to kids on Rikers Island. He didn't see them get cut or beat up. He didn't hear the COs threaten to whip their asses. And he didn't see Sanchez hang himself around the neck with a bedsheet.
  The system wouldn't let him see any of that, or they might not be able to keep him walking on their leash.
  And by the time I put down the pen, Mom was holding me. We were hugging each other so tight I don't know how we made it out of the courtroom. But we did. We made it out to the street, down into the subway, and home.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: They talked for a while, and I kept looking over my shoulder to see if Mom was all right.
  The judge said that a year of probation and a drug program on Saturday mornings would make the state square with me. But I didn't know that anything was ever going to make me even with the system again.
  He didn't understand what happens to kids on Rikers Island. He didn't see them get cut or beat up. He didn't hear the COs threaten to whip their asses. And he didn't see Sanchez hang himself around the neck with a bedsheet.
  The system wouldn't let him see any of that, or they might not be able to keep him walking on their leash.
  And by the time I put down the pen, Mom was holding me. We were hugging each other so tight I don't know how we made it out of the courtroom. But we did. We made it out to the street, down into the subway, and home.