I wish you good luck with that.
When I was in high school, I apparently did freakishly well on the ASVAB. Navy recruiters were trying to sign me up for the "nuke" program for fifteen years afterwards.
Seeing as how I have a problem with authority, I figured it wouldn't end well, and always politely declined.
...also, according to relatives who were in the Navy in the 70s and 80s: do not go "nuke." If you're a nuke you get to babysit an aircraft carrier's powerplants, and your head is full of classified stuff, so you don't get shore leave. While everybody else is out turning Olongapao upside down, fucking LBFMs, and getting hammered, you're on eighteen-hour shifts monitoring the reactors, which apparently take 12+ hours to start up or shut down safely. It sucks, and it won't get you a job in the civvie world afterwards either, what with nuclear power and nuclear reactors being unfashionable these days.
Apparently, at least back then, the desirable spot was "snipe," missile fire control technician. They taught you electronics, which at least back then meant afterwards you had no trouble getting a job in a TV repair shop (back when glass-tube TVs were bought on the installment plan and families kept them for twenty years) or installing stereo speakers in cars in a car accessories shop, plus the missile stuff was less classified than the nuke stuff so you were allowed to go on leave with the other sailors.
What it's like in the Navy now, I have no idea.
But I wish you good luck, and I sincerely mean that.