In order to graduate from High School in Quebec, every single student needs to sit through a Quebec history class, and then regurgitate enough correct information to pass a tough provincial exam on the subject. I was one of the lucky ones. My five foot nothing in heels history teacher was passionate about the subject. Chalk flying, she’d clip and clop back and forth crying out dates that are forever etched in my mind: 1534, 1685, 1971. Each number a gateway into a story filled with conflict, betrayal and dramatic tension.