Oh isn't it funny to simulate with your hands how the plane crashes into the building and then the building explodes when your teacher is telling you her very own emotional story about how she was living with a family that lost their father, because he was working for Cantor Fitzgerald in the 104th story of the World Trade Center?
Now it fucking isn't and other than firmly telling the student to fucking cut it out I didn't know what to do. In Germany we aren't allowed to kick them out of the classroom, because the classroom doors don't have windows so we can't see what's happening outside.
What do I do with that little shit?