Dick's first class was English, with Ms. Monroe. He'd opted for a slightly more basic English course seeing as he'd only been speaking the language fluently for just under two years now. The first two years he'd lived at Wayne Manor, both Bruce and Alfred had spoken various languages (mainly French, as that was Alfred's best language and one of Dick's favorites) to ease the new member into the stable life of not moving every other week and gradually train him into English.
Once they realized just how fast Dick could learn something though, it only took them three months of work to get him fluent, and another three to lose his accent. He didn't like English the way he liked the way French and Italian flowed, or the strict finesse of Hungarian and German, or the challenges of languages with new alphabets like Chinese, Greek, Arabic, Russian, or even American Sign Language. And it was most certainly far from his original language of Gypsy Romani. Most people assumed Gypsy was slang of a language, but that was far from it.
Circus Gypsies were unique in that they picked up people from all over the world, and thus their languages had all started to meld together at one point. Each Gypsy must know dozens upon dozens of languages to speak "Gypsy", because they only used their favorite words from each language. For example, Dick loved the German word for "Aunt", but when he'd learned it he had a very heavy Romanian accent, so his word for Aunt was so different from everyone else's it got complicated very quickly the more people were talking that way. That was why is was primarily a spoken language: because there were no 'rules' it was just a feeling you got from knowing so many languages so thoroughly that you could follow along with what someone—who was using random words with different accents from different languages with different grammatical rules, etc.— was saying.
It wasn't something you learned, it was something you grew into and just knew, though Bruce and Alfred were giving it their best shot.
But he spoke mostly English now adays because everyone else around him did, even a large portion of the League. It wasn't as comfortable as other languages to him though, so he stuck to the earlier level classes with it in hopes he wouldn't have to do too much with it just yet. He could, but he didn't want to.
He glanced at his map briefly, already knowing what it would tell him from the blueprints in his head, but just to double check, and set off to that first class. He was correct in thinking this place would be different when full, and it wasn't doing much for his confidence the way everyone was looking down at him as he passed. Yes, he was short, he got it, but people didn't have to wait until they were three feet from him to point their chins at the ground to glance at him.
As a result of being so small and in a hallway of teenagers whose observation skills and personal awareness were not their strong suit, he got jostled around a lot. And he couldn't just slip around them utilizing his ninja skills, because ten year old boys shouldn't be able to do that.
It was going to be a long day.
He found the right classroom and only hesitated a moment at the door to glance around the surroundings. He noted that everyone seemed to already know each other, which was just another reason this day was going to take forever.
He slipped in the best he could without attracting attention, and though he saw a few kids glance over at him curiously, they mostly ignored him as he retreated to a few empty desks in the back. He vaguely wondered if he was supposed to say hi to the teacher since he was new and all, but decided against it.
He glanced at the schedule again and then his watch, already counting the minutes until the day was over.