Observations at my Workplace and Rants on People Living in Small Worlds

I might need to get some sleep, but before hitting the pillow, I wanted to share an experience I had this morning. The statement I have to make is that working in a language academy can be fun. Yeah, you can laugh AT your students a great deal and still keep your job. Or so it is what some people think.
It's Saturday morning and I was asked to evaluate tribunal exams today. In spite of knowing that I was going to be hangover as hell, I said early in the week that I could do it, and there I was, with thirst, a headache, and listening to the first adolescent in the list struggling to utter the sounds of "I'm fine." I thought that my morning couldn't suck more, until the other professor in the tribunal tried to socialize with me. After minutes of dull talk with the adult, I actually started looking forward the arrival of the rest of the students. This professor, a lovely lady deep inside no doubt, spoke regular English, and that pissed me off because she had been a teacher for more than six years! She defied my belief on the longing for improvement that I thought every human had. Well, as much as I would like to analyze the character of a woman who lives in a very small world and who does not even excel at what she does for a living, I need to focus on the students.
Giving tribunal exams is like being a judge in one of this T.V. reality shows. Somebody sits in front of you, you ask questions, and you give a number that corresponds to how much the person impressed you. If you could fast forward the tape, you would see faces smiling, some others just blank, and the rest actually talking. We get into their lives and ask "What's your favorite food/drink/music genre/activity/book/movie/artist?" and sometimes, if we are not mature enough like this professor I worked with, you feel that you're entitled to make comments about their tastes --I can't help talking about this person. Favorite food: nearly 70% of the students said Pizza. I laugh to myself here because when you're a teenager, you probably don't know that eating healthy is actually delicious. Favorite drink: Coke, no wonder. I just want to see how that answer changes when they become eighteen. Place they would like to visit: They described France as the land of love and romanticism. I was surprised they didn't say "the States," but I was disappointed on them buying all the stereotypes. I guess I was laughing inside, but it was more like a laugh with a patronizing comment "Oh, you've got so much to learn." I turned to the professor and she was laughing blatantly and saying "assuming that that's a meal," "assuming that that music genre even exists," "assuming that you don't know better."
Still, if you see all that these kids, with their limited world and all, still have ahead of them, you think "well, they may have time for discovering that pizza isn't the best, that Coke tastes to too much sugar, and that Paris is overrated." However, if you see the lady, you can't help but feeling that she's hopeless, that her narrow vision won't broaden anytime soon, and that she misses so much of what is happening around everyday. Then it makes me wonder... who looks the most stupid in this situation?