The BASD Echo

Vol. 88, Issue 7 - Jan. 12, 2026

News

More musical moments . . .
December 11–13, four students represented Beaver Area High School at the PMEA Honor’s Band festival at Westminster College. Read More...
Providing powerful pep . . .
It’s basketball season, and that means the pep band has started back up for some Beaver Area band members. Read More...
A Greek summer adventure . . .
What’s your dream vacation? Somewhere warm, maybe with blue waters and clear skies? Well, this summer Beaver Area High School takes on Greece. Read More...

Sports

Seriously second in section . . .
It’s been huge section wins for your Ladycats basketball team! Read More...
Pinned down but hopes up . . .
The Beaver Area High School wrestling team is off to a rough start this season. Though they sit at a record of 0-7, two Bobcats have stood out individually. Read More...

Features

Pass the grapes . . .
As the clock struck midnight, logic officially left many people’s minds. People believed that one wrong move could apparently doom all of 2026. Read More...
What, no Bobcats?
What breed is your cat? ≽^•⩊•^≼ Read More...
Time flies when you’re . . . sleeping?
How did you spend your two-week Winter Break? Read More...
Strangely sad surcease . . .
New Year’s Eve wrapped up the much loved Stranger Things series. Read More...

Opinion

Fear not—we’ve got this . . .
It wouldn’t be a news publication without some reporting on one of the world’s many challenges and issues . . . However, how worried should we be about these issues? Well, I’ve ranked them in terms of likelihood to become a problem and the danger of that problem. Read More...

Creative Contributions

A Creative Writing class short story . . .
Like every night Liam couldn’t sleep, the sound of rain was keeping him awake and his mind was filled with thoughts about his mother. Read More...
A Creative Writing class short story . . .
Dr. Ambrose adjusted his mask so many times now, though really it made no difference. The beak pinched, the leather a sign to the sick, stuffed with herbs. Lavender, mint, garlic, and whatever the apothecary was willing to throw out. Still, he trudged on, his leather boots sinking into the earth of whatever remained of the road he was on, that led to the edge of the village. Another house. Another patient. Another chance, he always would tell himself, to practice medicine. Proper medicine. Or at least something close to it. Read More...
A Creative Writing class short story . . .
Theodore gripped the remote so hard that the batteries popped out. Read More...
A Creative Writing class short story . . .
Gabriella finished her last curl, nearly burning her finger tucking it into the roller. Her face hurt from popping every single pimple she could. Her upper lip stung, now flushed and ruddy, from tweezing what was only peach fuzz. Her gums hurt from brushing her teeth while singing her ABCs – twice. Read More...
A Creative Writing class short story . . .
“One man,” Tilly said. “You have to marry one man—excuse me, one person.” Read More...
A Creative Writing class short story . . .
**Chapter 1: Hearthmore’s Weakest** Read More...