I finished at the University of Georgia in December 1969.  I remember the night of the draft lottery and the wild time after.  Some were celebrating and some were drowning their sorrow.  I remember that many guys in ROTC had high numbers and were drowning their sorrows along with many of the low number guys.  

I had a high draft number (273), but the draft board said that they did not know how the system would work out and I might get drafted. I was in limbo and could not get a job or make any long term plans.  I volunteered for Air Force pilot training and was accepted subject to my taking whatever assignment the board might offer me. Meanwhile I worked odd jobs for spending money, like working for the Commerce Department on the 1970 Census.
In September of 1970 the Draft Board told me that I would not be drafted.
That coincided with the Air Force pilot selection board telling me I would be a helicopter pilot or navigator if I joined.  I declined their invitation.
Getting into Grad School was not an option in September, so my only choice was to go looking for a job.  At least now I could accept a job if offered without qualifications.
That was the start of my career in the private sector.