I am indeed a third, and life this year is a whole lot easier than it was last year, in the sense that going from day to day is less stressful. It's impossible to have a bad day when you look outside and see Rats straining (OR NOT STRAINING!
) or sweating in the courtyard. However, the life of a third still can be stressful because the "Academic Ratline," or the "Thirdline" is no myth. Teachers no longer take any pity and drop the slack they cut for Rats. Then there's the fact that there's really no class-specific function to really look forward to; something your class can call their own, like Breakout, Ring Figure, and Graduation.
As my Dyke told me, third class year is supposed to suck, so suck it up and carry on. And that's what I've been trying to do!