THE IMPACT OF SOCIAL NETWORKS ON STUDENTS’ DAILY LIVES
Erkinova Shahrizoda Lazizovna Student of Samarkand State Institute of Foreign Languages. shahrizodaerkinova26@gmail.com
Annotation: This article analyzes the impact of social networks on students’ lives in the modern era of globalization and digital technologies. Today, social media platforms are becoming an important and integral part of university students’ lives. The article examines both the positive and negative effects of social networks on students’ daily lives, academic activities, and mental and physical health. Many scholars, including Sampasa-Kanyinga and Lewis, Woods and Scott, and Jamil, have studied the extent to which social networks affect students’ lives. It is also highlighted that social networks can play a positive role in supporting the learning process.
Keywords: Social networks, students, academic activity, psychological state, FOMO, education.
Introduction: In the 21st century, social networks have become not only a means of communication for young people, including students, but also a broad platform for obtaining information and entertainment. Students’ daily routines, preparation for classes, social relationships, and even sleep patterns are increasingly dependent on their use of social networks. The significant increase in time spent on social networks has both positive and negative effects on students’ lifestyles. Therefore, this issue is a relevant research topic not only for educational institutions but also for society as a whole.
Social media tools provide many conveniences for university students and positively influence their academic performance. They enable collaborative group work and projects, as well as the prompt sharing of necessary literature, lecture notes, and other information. In addition, they allow online conferences, online professional development, and audio communication.
For example, in many universities, especially in fields such as engineering or IT, students use various applications to exchange ideas and receive quick feedback from instructors, which would take much more time in offline settings. In this respect, the Internet has surpassed television, radio, and other media in attractiveness.
Several scholars have also emphasized the impact of the Internet. In particular, Sampasa-Kanyinga and Lewis studied the relationship between social media use and psychological distress. They found that using social networks for more than two hours a day is associated with higher levels of psychological pressure. Banjanin et al. examined the relationship between excessive social media use and depression but found no statistically significant relationship between the two variables.
Frison and Eggermont studied different patterns of Facebook use, perceived social support on social networks, and mood among male and female students. They found a positive relationship between both passive and active Facebook use and depression, with perceived social support acting as a mediating factor. Gender was also identified as a moderating variable.
Vernon et al. examined changes in negative emotional investment in social networks and their relationship with depression and externalizing behaviors.
Their study showed that excessive attention to social networks increased depression among adolescent students, which was associated with sleep disturbances. Barry et al. explored the relationship between adolescents’ social media use and psychological adjustment, finding a moderate positive association between social media activity, depression, and anxiety. A study conducted in China by Li et al. showed that insomnia played a mediating role in the relationship between social media addiction and depression among middle school students.
In the same year, Yan et al. studied the relationship between time spent on social networks and anxiety among middle school students, finding that more than two hours of use was significantly associated with higher anxiety levels. However, despite its many benefits, the Internet also has negative consequences, often affecting mental health by increasing depression, anxiety, and feelings of loneliness.
In particular, the concept known as FOMO (fear of missing out) describes the strong anxiety experienced when individuals feel excluded while observing others’ successes. In short, excessive Internet use can contribute to various mental health issues.
Conclusion: In conclusion, social networks today have a significant impact on the upbringing and daily lives of young people. Therefore, developing a culture of conscious and purposeful use of social networks—aligned with personal values and goals—is a key factor in ensuring students lead successful and healthy daily lives.
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He never stopped working for his family He thought about the happiness of his children He always lived happily and with a smile My dear, gentle, kind lord
He always held my shoulder and kissed me He always prayed for me When I cried, he wiped my tears from my face My lord, he also gave me joy
He never bowed his head when trouble came He looked for an opportunity in every task He always supported his loved ones My dear, sweet-spoken, generous lord
[Excerpt from Fleury’s book: Chain Letter To America: The One Thing You Can Do To End Racism:
A Collection of Essays, Fiction and Poetry Celebrating Multiculturalism
“Coming Home” Photo Art c/o Jacques Fleury
Well, because a fall leaf fell before my feet today I see In serendipity I yearn to live daily, Consider this my soliloquy. To awake to its bounty of unlawful acts of intrepid beauty I yearn to taste the morning dew on my tongue at sunrise, That is to feel again; to unfurl my wings like silver springs And fly again; to sound out sounds yet to be heard; Supposedly it’s all been sounded, Supposedly it’s all been said, But not by me so here I am, like a black-tailed deer prancing on wobbly legs, Trying not to remember that I was once hunted so that I can Imagine a world without hunters; but I do remember and that’s how I got stronger. I yearn to bay at the moon at night but not like a black wolf, But a white swan flouncing on the foamy lake. I want a world of butterflies and rainbows… Yes, I want to have my cliché and eat it too. Poets! Allow me to harangue you: Coveting prizes and publication can consume you! Defy and denounce racism! Confront and contain classism. Confer and celebrate humanism. Pursue the ultimate orgasm! Happiness is accepting the life you see, Be happy and enjoy your journey. My heart has been doused in the dawn of new age reality: Not unlike the reality TV that gave me a place to hide in uncertainty; No one is talking. Everyone is texting. Social media: the new pathway to a social life. We are in a crisis of technological isolation! So technically we are less and less connected And more and more isolated. Caught in the cross fires of neocolonial consumerism, I want to live a life free of materialism, free of egoism; I want to be like Buddha. I want to meditate all day and sleep all night. Keep your dreams alive! I once publicly hid from love; I yearn to love again like the moon tickling the midnight sea; “You are a true Poet, don’t EVER let them take that away from you.” They told me. Now here I am, battered and bruised, my silver wings have dulled By the wear and tear of my new reality: not quite young, not quite old, not quite done; Yet I’ve resolved to flail my silver wings again against the moon lit skies, This time without worry, And come home to my original love Of prose and poetry.
your automatic sleep stampede built on the bifocal
Fractal gladiator carries lugubrious toy rifles
A coffee is a squares pipes
the registering girl flowed streaming wet
rain in the looped army
oceans slowly open child
glittering morphological lining
recorder kept single pudding
palm world powers narcissist module
then stuck dripping steamed gulf
wooden dress could hyphenate
swift blackness the transverse thin for water
circles surged dactyl our dead
cars solids curtains tiny jaguars wanted another explosives
vast software guns arranged someone to the stretched
PERISCOPE
She bumped red suns
crackling white galactic
clicking engines luminous
orange car slammed ink animals
sonorous notifier flaming griffin
simple hand put down porcelain
tingling troops tumbling
The bright inter-spaced creatures
engravings lengthen estuary
tanks ensconce over echo kill
printed lance the white words
leather waterfalls of tranquil light
translucent faded statues
mysterious Indian rays
The few people of ice gods
crazy hyperborean troops
darkened day package
resistant sailor tripped
office burns the air
run in the fine summer Data
imperial curtains shook the machine
The lamp her curling clerks
zinc encircled candle furry with anesthetize threshold
the whipper shut moons
reflection in pinball
dressed eye and clouds
but static torch falling
plastic antique face hid guns
LINCOLN LOOP
A geometrical design drifted past
disconnected hands twinkle
a fold in the flows held a glassine eye
facsimiles of dead space in the disorganized area
in blue time desolation thread broke
a complex flow disconnected the intruding lines
design accident instar horizon
automatic movements of the tiny area
ballerina knew the suspected man
Burning specters like thought wings
a lake that glitters with radioactive fluorescence
something strained almost to breaking
ashes frayed like threads of fabric
the darkness depressed child propellant
blotted minds with metabolic radiocarbon
Sumerians slide down glistening icicles
tropical bomb suddenly formed fish channel
gnomic trouser that first discovered life
THE PROXY INTELLIGENCE
Candied terabyte of meson water
rubbed a couple of skies with
xenon supply paper
submerged thickness of brownstone
partially pulling regrettable friends
Osiris piloted 3 musketeers
scooped bronze hospital ship with frozen stamp
Dixie hook looks with lucrative sugar
Mars girls stay with area 56 in underwater fur
tank curves in noteworthy knees
ultraviolet rainbows over a microwave sea
dispenser of strangeness strikes strontium
sea breakfast gives an inch
analgesic reprisal of quick colonnade
our Goliath buildup uses his plush nightlife
accidentally flattens bobcat
Didn’t rinse sylphs with metallic blood
opening calibration out of vortex aggregate
specters appear in the polar ring
knight clamps nettle out of cubed windows
capacitor crowns tactless morphology
French flags wash beautiful scrimshaw
foobar needs camerawork structures
waterfalls on pirate ship pumping high
FURRY CHILDREN
Someones touch electrified the visiplates
blood and bone only with eyes of iron
this but sparkles and hovers
the fire banister became Egyptian
king of sleep in concession stand
geometric anthem sometimes covers sky
attached flare of sizzling ripples
commandos pierce narrow blind
hands drift in darkness
milky teeth traps tank beneath polar bears
there parted somewhere heroes
Machine looking into small fingerprints
closed uniformity glasses
filing furry children from willows Garbo
small earth fell over the night rays of birds
Little John resplendent in the tiny tools of time
later doom to atoms behind the kangaroo
green against this studded thunder
water patiently wears the edge
stopped dreaming fishes
thought seeps into the very spaces between
pressure zone conceals enormous carved gargoyles
Gregory Wallace has been making art of various kinds for at least 50 years. He was active in the mail art scene in the 80s and participated in international mail art exhibits and correspondence. Mr. Wallace was a founding editor of Oblivion magazine and has published several books of poetry including The Girl With Seven Hands, The Return of the Cyclades, and Exile and Kingdom Come. His artistic activity encompasses poetry, collage, sculpture, assemblage, photography and painting. His work has appeared in Typo, BlazeVox, #Ranger, Synchronized Chaos, and God’s Cruel Joke.
A thatched cottage to shield from wind, cold, heat and damp,
Why would I squeeze into the steel and concrete jungle?
No matter how large a house can be measured,
The human heart remains unfathomable.
The fragrance of wildflowers along the path is natural and pure.
Even amidst thousands of houses and lanes, a single glance is enough.
If the heart is filled with light, brightness will abound everywhere.
Lights shine on faces, affairs cater to the powerful and rich.
I’ve wasted my prosperous days in vain,
Touched by the vastness of this worldly way.
I yearn to move to an isolated island,
Watching over the empty wilderness on all sides.
A single ladle of water, a single drink,
Are enough to make my heart turn toward the light.
January 2, 2026, 08:51
Comment: A Search for a Pure Land amidst the Hustle and Bustle
Anna Keiko’s “My Spiritual Home” is like a clear spring, flowing with a deep longing for a pure spiritual world amidst the hustle and bustle of the mundane world, touching and inspiring readers’ hearts.
The imagery in the poem is ingeniously used with strong contrasts. The “acre of fertile land” and the “thatched cottage” form a sharp contrast with the world built of “steel and concrete”. The former is simple and rustic, an ideal haven of peace and freedom; while the latter, though its space can be measured, has an unfathomable human heart, revealing the spiritual emptiness behind material prosperity. The natural fragrance of the “wildflower path” and the worldly disturbances of the “thousands of houses and lanes” further highlight the poet’s yearning for nature and authenticity, as well as her alienation from the utilitarian and mundane.
The emotional expression is sincere and profound. The poet directly conveys her inner belief: “If the heart is filled with light, brightness will abound everywhere”, spreading a positive and uplifting energy and making people believe that inner light can dispel all darkness. Regarding worldly prosperity, the poet laments in无奈 (helplessness), “I’ve wasted my prosperous days in vain, Touched by the vastness of this worldly way.” In a reality where power and wealth reign supreme, her loneliness and confusion are evident, and this emotion can easily resonate with readers.
The artistic conception is profound and full of philosophy. The “yearning to move to an isolated island” is not an escape from reality but a pursuit of inner peace. In the empty wilderness, she can blend with nature and find her true self. “A single ladle of water, a single drink, Are enough to make my heart turn toward the light” reveals that happiness does not lie in material abundance but in inner fulfillment and tranquility, containing profound life wisdom.
The language is simple yet full of charm, without the embellishment of flowery words, yet it can accurately convey emotions and thoughts. “If I had an acre of fertile land, A thatched cottage to shield from wind, cold, heat and damp” is simple and plain but creates a sense of peace and serenity. The rhythm is also natural and harmonious, forming a rhythm through word combinations and sentence patterns, enhancing the poem’s appeal.
“My Spiritual Home” is an excellent work that leads us to stop in the hustle and bustle, examine our inner selves, and pursue that piece of peace and light that belongs to us.
