Listened on radio but had to leave before my number was reached, to go to work at a campus basketball game. Read the newspaper list in class the next morning. Woman next to me was appalled at the high number I drew–her husband’s number was low, and she actually changed seats to move away from me. Ironies of my high number: my “brat” youth (father was a career AF officer); I was in HS ROTC, would have probably gone OCS directly; I could touch-type and cook, the usual (if unfair) exemptions to an infantry/ground assignment.
Often overlooked is how the draft lottery reduced collegian anti-war sentiment/protest, by removing the risk for many.