Re "Ninety percent of amateurs use poly, and 90% of pros use lacquer." I would hope that statement to be more of an observation than an indicator of the quality of either finish, or the quality of work either produced.
There are a lot of "pros" producing garbage, then finishing it with lacquer. They are pros based on nothing more than they get paid for their work. On the other hand, there is a lot of amateur work, some on display in museums, exampling remarkable quality that only a rare few pro's "might" duplicate. Much of it is finished in poly, hardening or non-hardening oil, wax or shellac.
Then we can talk about floors. Would you want a floor finished in lacquer, or a good poly?
The primary reason I use lacquer is, it's well suited to commercial applications where durability, such as for holding up against foot traffic, is not the primary concern, or where penetration is not needed. It's clear, can be tinted, sprays easily, builds good and doesn't require a lot of work between coats.
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An aside: That someone was or is a wood shop teacher impresses me no more than meeting meeting a wood working hobbyist. Many are just parrots of what they think they know. Some are just filling a spot and would rather be elsewhere. Only a few carry the passion needed to be a good teacher.
I had a quarter of wood shop in high school. The kindest thing I could say about my shop teacher is, he was an intelligent idiot of another kind." He had little value, as a shop teacher. People like me [and most his students] interfered with him teaching his more favored students. I produced one project from that class and left it behind. I was told, years later, it still sat on a shelf and had a sign on it, which read "IF YOU DID THIS YOU FLUNKED."
Though my heart was in it, my ignorance won. It is no small irony that: my knowledge of woodworking far dwarfs my only shop teacher's; I own a shop with far better tools and equipment than were available to me in that school shop; and I was invited to an art show in France based on the work I had done.
Add to the forgoing, my father remarried while I was over seas in the sixties. I inherited a step family from it and one of the boys came to live with me while my dad was sick. He needed a high school wood project, so we designed a horizontal cabinet with an etched glass front for his Winchester 30-30. The shop teacher insisted the four sides be made, a dado be made in them, the glass insert as it was assembled, then cut the door off the front, to guarantee it mated with the cabinet.
I argued the door needed to be rabbited, to allow the glass to be removed, in event it ever broke. In the end, the "wise" teacher won and convinced my step brother to do it his way. My step brother broke the etched glass (an elk stepping over a log, with forest and mountains in the back ground, and a small note to the Winchester contents) bringing it home on the bus.
Finally, we could discuss ex father in law, who, also was a shop teacher and held that role for years. Talking with him made it obvious he had a long ways to go to be at the level of someone who takes the hobby seriously, or makes their living creating saw dust.