Can't comment on the flying yet because I haven't classed up . . . but I got Prowlers because I fit. Not that I'm complaining; it was my first choice. But that's what it came down to in the end. Not grades, anthros.
Went in to flight school wanting jets. Tomcats, specifically, but I wasn't going to be picky. Logged 1.0 in the backseat of a Tomcat on my mid cruise doing a low level on the VR-something-or-other in El Centro. Thought I'd died and gone to heaven. But then the last of those slots dried up and I was still in A-pool. But I still knew I wanted jets. Went through IFS and Primary and got 'em. During advanced, I really sat down and gave it thought and talked to IPs about the communities.
About the beginning of Phase II, I decided that I did, in fact, want to be a Prowler pilot. I wasn't keen on the whole single-seat thing, to be honest. Also, my degree was in Information Sciences and Technology, and I'd gotten a couple quarters of grad work in Information Operations while in A-pool. Seemed like something to continue doing. And while ACM and Weps were fun, I felt it was more in line with my personality to be the sneaky guy back there zapping people. Had also logged 1.0 or so in the backseat of the Prowler as a stash Ensign, plus some sim time. So it was a semi-known quantity.
It was funny to note the IP reactions when they asked me what I wanted to fly in Phase II. One guy essentially asked "are you sure? I mean, you seem like you'll handle an F/A-18 pretty well . . . " like he thought I was nervous about ACM or somesuch. Nope, just wanted to fly the station wagon.
But despite all that thought and philosophical angst, it came down to one thing. I fit. There were three Prowler slots to fill the week I selected. Two guys, me and a guy in my class, were the only guys in either wing who fit. So the third slot remained empty until the next winging and ended up being a gift to my other buddy who also wanted Prowlers. And to top it all off, a third guy I knew wanted Prowlers but was about an inch out of anthros. Along comes CNATRA relaxing the standards, and he, too, gets his first choice.
Of such randomness are Navy careers made.