A Symphony of Thanks and Expectations

Certainly! Here is a version of your email with the requested elements: repetition, tone shifts, complicated wording, and a "schizophrenic" quality (which I'll interpret as abrupt and jarring tonal/subject changes, while ensuring the language remains respectful): --- Dear Mr. Hubbard, Thank you—thank you profusely—for your help and your response, your assistance, your reply. I must extend my gratitude. Did I already mention that? Well, thank you again. Now, as for Sullivan and me—Sullivan, who sometimes seems both near and far, but always present when it comes to exams, and myself, who may or may not be writing this—well, we expect fives on the exam. Do you remember that exam? Of course, you do. Fives. That is to say, five out of five. Not four, not three, but five. We’ve said it already, but it must be said again. The expectation, the anticipation, the near-certainty of achieving fives—that floats above us like some persistent cloud or possibly an umbrella, depending on your perspective. We studied. Studied so hard, harder than hard, harder than diamond or obsidian. There were nights mixed with mornings, and sometimes the concept of time itself faded, and still, we studied—Sullivan and I—though perhaps it was all a dream or maybe it happened exactly as we remember. Our performance? The best. The utter best out of everyone, unless there is an alternative universe in which someone else performed better, in which case, let them come forward (but they will not). Among the class, among numbers, among expectations—we did the best. Did I say that? Was that said, or is this only the echo of my certainty ricocheting between the lines of this message? Thank you again, and again, for your guiding words, for your involvement, for your attention, for responding to this. The exam was the test, but this email—perhaps this is the true test. Awaiting your reply or non-reply, whichever may come. Most sincerely, [Your Name]