I signed up as well, and am on that disc that's aboard. When NASA was just starting back in the 50s I was shocked to receive a phone call from my former hospital commander asking me to join the program. I had just been discharged and home from France less than a month.
Little did I know this Colonel had been impressed with my nursing skills that he'd followed my career to date. I told him, I had already been accepted in the Master's program at the University of Maryland, so couldn't possibly consider this.
Well, it was late spring, and I was free all summer, so he talked me into going down to Florida and at least having a look around and listen to what would be expected of me, should I change my mind. Down I went and he introduced me to the original astronauts.They showed me around, and I definitely knew I would not work there. As much as John Glenn and Deke Slayton tried to convince me that this would be a walk in the park, as all I'd had to do would be make sure they were well after each trial they went through.
They were great guys and if the place were more inviting, I may have delayed getting my advanced degree. Merritt Island in those days where Cape Canaveral was located was a dump. The main building wasn't much more than a shack, so, at dinner that night, I wished the guys and their wives well. Went home and the rest is history. It became quite a place in later years and when I took my son there, he was impressed.