Indiana Jones and the TEST of Doom?

Sitting in my class room
Nervousness sits in
The student’s eyes reflect sheer doom
As our professor waltzes in
 
Are you ready?
He asks, to take the test
The air is heavy
As we try our best
 
I nod my head
And try to be brave
A review? They said,
Sweating like Hebrew slaves
 
The teacher Okays it
While questions we ask
He tries to explain it,
But its test time at last
 
Two to the hallway
To expel their lunch
Nothing to say
As our eye brows did bunch
 
With ten minutes left
We can now use our notes
My notes I had left
At home, that’s no joke
 
Were there any A-makers
As our tests we passed in
It’s been dubbed a window-maker
By some of the men