Congratulations!
I walked on air... the feel of a "real" uniform (not that "highly starched tropical khaki long"), returning salutes from Es and AOCs, the fine fall air, the sunshine...no more DI banging my head against the bunk rail and screaming into my ear that I was a "doofus"...ah...!
This feeling lasted exactly four days, until I went into the Pensacola O Club bar for the first time... wearing my cover. DING!DING!DING!DING! I had to buy a round for everyone in the bar (1800 on Friday). Wiped me out financially until the next pay day.