I had graduated from the University of North Carolina and was attending graduate school at Yale. My birthday is in February and, as is well known, February was extremely over-represented in the early numbers of the first lottery. I remember walking through the Yale campus that night and hearing shouts from the dorms "He’s number one, he’s number one". It wasn’t me, but I was not far back.
I had been slowly trying to amass information to support conscientious objector status but realized that my draft board (Annapolis, MD) was not going to be sympathetic. I was thinking about moving to Toronto to avoid the draft. Three weeks before I was called up to my draft induction physical, I had an asthma attack (the first one in about 16 years and as it turned out I am allergic to cats). I drove quickly, shallow breathing all the way, to the Yale infirmary to wheeze on the admitting nurse, which I did, barely sustaining the attack through the drive. I made multiple copies of the report and took it to my draft induction physical. Apparently I did very well on the written exams and there was talk of officer training. The physical itself, dropping trou and all, was almost the last station. I handed over my copy of my health report from Yale and was dismissed. With incredible relief I was issued my IV-F several weeks later.