My own secondary education was frighteningly alike what you describe - with the difference that after the Renaissance, we moved in one jump to the World Wars, skipping some 250 years in the process. That is still plaguing me today.
A lot of those nice beach places in Frisenland aren't Holland either... Fai de bèn a Bertrand, te lou rendra en cagant
Grief.
Good grief.
Zapped into the bizarro realm...
