About the club

Every college has two timetables. The official one lists lectures. The real one runs in the corridors: the five minutes between classes, the walk to the lab, the wait outside a room that's still locked.

That's where we actually got to know each other. Someone would start a story on the way out of one lecture and finish it on the way into the next. Inside jokes started there, plans got made there, and more than one assignment was explained there for the first time.

The trouble with corridors is the bell. Five minutes was never enough, and the best conversations kept getting cut off halfway.

So the corridor moved into a group chat, and the group chat got out of hand. It grew a leaderboard nobody asked for, a bunk calculator everybody uses, and a wall for the things people said in class that deserved to be remembered.

We named it after where it started. The Corridor Club is the corridor that never closes: the same people, the same jokes, and no bell.

Today, it's a place for friends to hang out, exchange questionable takes, roast each other without taking things too seriously, and enjoy a leaderboard nobody asked for. There's a lot of banter, a little chaos, and absolutely nothing you need to hide from your mom.