I hope you’re seeing the odds are there, but they’re not that great. Here’s where your grades matter. If you were top of your class, you may be able to finagle your training command to fight for better orders for you. YOU don’t do that. Remember, you’re barely useful to anyone at this point. Now, here’s the kicker. You’ll get orders to your first boat. You’ll learn about your job. You’ll learn about how to get along with 100 people you hate. You’ll learn that having a roll of two-ply toilet paper in your halfway night box is better than Swiss chocolate. And you’ll eventually admit you love your first boat. And you’ll finally have some much-needed capital to argue with a detailer on your next assignment. But you’ll probably find that that need to go onto a Seawolf-class isn’t so much a burning desire as it once was.
Then my boyfriend and I got there, the salesman kept trying to sell us a car, and I had to inform him that thanks to my family’s lack of care about me, I have never owned a car in my whole life (I’m 25 going on 26, and can not afford any car on my own due to medical bills for my severe asthma and it’s constant upkeep; meanwhile my family has gifted both of my younger brothers 6 lightly used cars between the two of them, and my younger sister was full on given a brand new ford truck on her 16th birthday).