"[i]Good to know[/i]" 

Azverith replied before taking his things and finding his room. 'He has more to spare' he thought to himself.
Taking a seat in his room he looked over the rules and rations with a face of disdain and disgust. Keeping the place tidy would be easy, he was a sucker for detail and not afraid to work, although engrained with efficiency he would just avoid the mess in the first place. 
As for the rations, that's what they were and rationing is what he would do with them.

Once he understood the outline of the note he was instantly on the computer checking and comparing his bank account to the benefits of others. Researching suits and fashion, (he had to look his best) and updating himself on current human culture and economics (specially the stock market).

It was clear how to win this game, simply have more of everything then everyone else. But Azverith was no fool, he knew to do that he would need to socialise with others, maybe even have a partner at his side.
He knew it would not be long before they were called upon so he crammed as much information gathering in as he could and filled out his form as follows.


The Form -

Name: Azverith (Aaron)

Age: 28

Hobbies: Chess, bartering, cooking, owning the latest technology, collecting, learning, networking and multitasking.

Sports: ping pong, tennis, squash.
(Reaction and attention type sports)

Desired courses: 
6 classes (focus)

1 computer science (programming)
2 electronics (engineering and design)

3 marketing (influencing strategies)
4 law (finance and contracts)

5 accounting / economics

6 cooking