What Happens in the Story
Donald Barthelme’s “The School” is one of those stories that almost sounds ridiculous when you try to explain it out loud.
A teacher is describing life in his classroom when things start dying one after another. First the trees the students planted die. Then the snakes die. Then the fish die. Then a puppy dies. Eventually even people connected to the students begin dying too.
The deaths pile up so quickly that the story starts becoming darkly funny.
Part of that comes from the narration itself. The teacher describes everything in this strangely calm, exhausted voice that barely pauses long enough to emotionally react before moving on to the next disaster. The story keeps accelerating forward without giving either the narrator or the reader much room to process what’s happening.
As the story continues, the students start asking bigger questions about death, love, and whether anything in life actually means anything at all. What starts as absurd classroom chaos slowly turns into something much more existential.
Then near the end of the story, there’s an awkward almost-romantic moment between the teacher and a teaching assistant while the students watch and encourage them to kiss.
That scene should feel completely ridiculous.
But somehow it doesn’t.
Or at least not entirely.
That’s part of what makes the story linger in your head after it’s over.
Why the Story Feels So Strange
What makes “The School” work is that underneath all the absurdity, the emotional logic actually feels pretty real.
The story understands something uncomfortable about how people react to constant anxiety and loss. When bad things happen over and over again, people do not always react with dramatic speeches or emotional clarity. Sometimes everything starts flattening together. People joke around. They become numb. They keep talking because fully processing everything would almost feel worse.
Barthelme captures that feeling through repetition.
One of the simplest lines in the story is also one of the most effective:
“Then the snakes died.”
The sentence is almost aggressively plain.
That simplicity matters. Barthelme refuses dramatic language. He keeps delivering death in these flat repetitive statements that slowly create their own rhythm. At first the rhythm feels funny because the escalation seems absurd. But eventually the repetition itself starts becoming emotionally exhausting.
That’s the real trick of the story.
The reader slowly becomes conditioned to expect death almost mechanically.
And the story never really releases that tension.
Most fiction alternates pressure and relief. “The School” mostly keeps compressing inward instead. Each new death slightly changes the emotional texture of the previous ones. The repetition gradually stops feeling playful and starts feeling existential.
What’s interesting is that Barthelme barely changes the actual style while this shift happens. The emotional temperature changes without the structure changing very much at all.
That’s hard to pull off.
The Existential Turn
About halfway through the story, the students suddenly ask:
“Is death that which gives meaning to life?”
What makes this moment work is how casually it arrives.
The story does not pause and announce itself as philosophical fiction. Barthelme almost slips the question into the conversation without warning. The tone barely changes at all.
That feels true to real life in a weird way.
Actual existential anxiety often appears randomly in ordinary conversation. Someone makes a joke. Somebody changes the subject. Then suddenly the conversation becomes serious for thirty seconds before drifting away again.
The story captures that awkward instability perfectly.
The teacher himself never sounds fully confident or emotionally grounded either. His narration feels detached, but not cold exactly. More overwhelmed than anything else. Like someone trying to continue normal social behavior while reality slowly becomes surreal around him.
A more conventional writer probably would have pushed the story fully toward tragedy or fully toward satire. Barthelme leaves it floating somewhere in between.
That uncertainty is what gives the story its strange energy.
Why the Ending Works
Near the end of the story, the students start chanting:
“Kiss her! Kiss her!”
On paper, the scene sounds almost stupid.
But emotionally it lands much harder than you would expect.
By this point, the students are no longer really looking for explanations about death. They want evidence that life still exists at all. The kiss becomes less about romance and more about human connection itself.
After all the death surrounding the story, they want to witness something alive happen in front of them.
That’s why the ending feels awkward, funny, sincere, uncomfortable, and strangely hopeful all at the same time.
The story never fully stops being absurd. But by the end, the absurdity starts carrying real emotional weight underneath it.
That balancing act is probably the most impressive thing Barthelme accomplishes in the story.
A lesser writer would have turned the ending cynical or sentimental.
Barthelme somehow avoids both.