Since I am a conversion appointment, I will never get another job, anywhere, doing anything, because my hiring process was so tainted.

Instead, I'll be reduced to chanting for spare change outside UofT (not Ryerson, I've still got standards), but will be generally considered an object of derision and pity, particularly since I don't know anything but Marxist-Leninist rhetoric and blurt it out at odd moments to frighten passers-by who won't contribute. "Can't something be done?" the UofT profs and students will ask plaintively. "It's shameful. A public eyesore."

As a result, I and any remaining profs will become epic, nay, legendary cautionary tales, remnants of a mystical kingdom that reached too high, and claimed too much, and so experienced divine wrath and was wiped out for all eternity.

BTW, I think in your scenario, Lassonde, Osgoode and Schulich would survive. Lassonde will build some sort of force shield, financed by Schulich, and the B Comms and MBAs will take their law school buddies with them, because corporate execs need lawyers. Then those three schools will become UofT's northern campus, and a new utopia will rise from the remains of the socialist rubble that came before. Maybe they'll let ADMS and ECON majors come along, since every society needs slaves.