So. Snowstorms. Every week? More like super weak. Everyone needs to calm down about the snow. This is New England. It's not a big deal.
Personally, I'm getting pretty sick of people complaining about "how much snow!!" we're getting in Boston. 21" is not a lot of snow. My sophomore year in high school, my town got 186" of snow. For those of you who can't do math and/or don't have a calculator handy, that's 15.5 feet. That means your first floor is now just about as bright as a root cellar and the plows don't even bother. But you know what? People suck it up and go where they need to go.
So basically, when we're talking about 2 feet, it's like calling a bittersweet nonpareil a three-tier triple-chocolate cake of evil. Or complaining about a breeze to someone who lives in a freezer.
tl;dr: Calm down and quit pretending you're so busy all the time. Why do you walk so fast, anyway? You're not going to die, you're probably just going to get school off because Boston is super inefficient with snow removal. Or you might get stuck on the T... but you still wouldn't die.
