You don't even put your now tiny penis up. You run for the door covering your head with your arms. But the nun flings the steel ruler and it flies at you end over end to sink into your ribcage with a dull wet CHUCK!
Your run ends and you fall to the floor. The kids are on you flailing, using books as bludgeoning weapons. You die like that and its just awful.
But as so often times it happens the Great Alarm is not done with you yet. You are really just a brain in a jar somewhere being fed stimuli of your incarnations, your many lives. Here comes the next one, a product of a glitch in the system slowly bringing it down. You end up in Endless Romms