I was a freshman college student at the time. Several of us sat in a dorm room watching the lottery on an officially banned TV. As the numbers rolled across the screen, we felt very sorry for those selected early and cheered for those selected late. As we left the dorm to go out for beverages to celebrate or drown sorrows, we ran into other students in the hallways and in the lounge who were sobbing.
Two days later, I received a congratulations card signed by all the adult neighbors from where I grew up. The card inside simply said "303!" and had everyone’s signature.
I became a high school U.S. history teacher and have found parents of my students can remember exactly what they were doing and where they were on that fateful night.