Double dorm rooms for two years, a single dorm room for two years, an apartment for three years, a rented house for two years.
Let’s see…
Freshman year at york - residence suite at Calumet college, sharing a double bedroom with one other freshman guy, four upper-year students had singles in the same suite, with two shared bathrooms, and a kitchenette lounge. I wasn’t that used to sharing space with strangers, got on my suitemates’ nerves, and found out at the end of the year that they gave me a negative evaluation so I wouldn’t be able to get back into residence the next year. 
I did get into another residence on the other side of campus for summer term that year; maybe the red tape hadn’t worked through yet. That was a more traditional ‘dorm’ environment instead of the suites - single room, shared a bathroom with two other rooms, one was a double, but the only kitchen/lounge facilities were shared with half a floor.
Second year, I rented in the basement of a house that had been converted for student lodging off campus - private living room and bedroom, sharing bathroom and kitchen with the other guy in the basement. Pretty good, except that I remember the other guy used to cook a lot of aromatic stuff that I didn’t really like smelling.
Third year, I started off in the basement apartment of a house that was going to be sold at the end of October. It was really a very nice apartment, though a fairly long subway ride from campus, and then I found a guy living not far from campus who was renting out a bedroom. That arrangement was pretty nice too - I could use the downstairs rec room whenever I wanted, there was never anybody there really, and it had a gas stove, sink, and fridge. The landlord asked me if I wanted to come back the next year, and I was all, “No, thanks, this has been great, but I’ve done pretty well moving to a new place every year.”
By August, full panic had set in as I hadn’t found a place to live for senior year, got some more possible addresses and numbers from the student housing board to try. I didn’t even recognize my old landlord’s information until I called him, but he recognized me. “Hey, Chris! You want the room again?”
Momentary pause.
“Yeah, that’d be great.”
I moved back home to my parent’s place in Hamilton in the summers after second year, and while trying to find a job after graduation, and while going to classes at the Herzing Institute in downtown Toronto.
Luckily, after I graduated Herzing, I got a job in a couple weeks, and found my own apartment a few weeks after that. 
I lived at home. To this day I can’t see any reason to want to live in a dorm if the school is nearby. I had all the friends I wanted and a car to take me anywhere I wanted to go. Living at home gave me a private room and literally all the comforts of home.
In a rusted out tin can half buried in slime in an open sewer ditch.
Actually, I lived with a couple of buds in a nearby cheap apt.
At home with my parents. We lived within commuting distance of the university.
Freshman year: dorm
Sophomore year: dorm
Junior year: fraternity
Senior year: off-campus house with ~8 other guys
Freshman year: 2-person dorm room, all-girl’s dorm bldng. Randomly-chosen roommate.
Sophomore year: 2-person dorm room, co-ed dorm bldng. Roomed with a close friend from high school.
Junior year: 4-bdrm. apt. with three strangers.
Senior year: 2-bdrm. apt. with a different high school friend.
2 years of grad school: my own little efficiency apt. but spend lots of time at the now-Other Shoe’s little efficiency a few blocks from mine.
Each year was better than the one before:
Freshman year: “Whatever, I’m out from my parents’ house! YAY! Sunshine and sprinkles and magical unicorn hiccups!”
Sophomore year: “I’m rooming with a compatible friend instead of a random stranger! Yay!”
Junior year: “I have my own kitchen instead of depending on the dorm cafeteria! Huzzah!”
Senior year: “I’m rooming with a compatible friend instead of three random strangers! Yippee!”
Grad school: “No roommates! Privacy for happysexytime! WHEEEEEE!”
I was thinking of doing a post about this, but glad that I saw this first.
My freshman year (many many moons ago!), I lived in a traditional girls dorm. Sophmore year I moved to the first co-ed dorms on campus, which only had rooms on the all girls floor left. It was every other room on all the floors except for two, and by mid-semester, the folks of the two floors had voted to go every other room. My junior year I moved to a dorm in the outer edge of the campus, near two tower “apartment” dorms. I was supposed to have a room mate, but one never turned up so I ended up living by myself in a double room. I don’t know how much extra my parents paid for that, though. Senior year I moved to a “women’s studies” dorm first semester, and then in the second semester I moved off-campus to a shared house
I guess I covered all the bases during my college years. The first three were spent (mostly) in alcohol and pot induced hazes; I wish I had realized how important everything was sooner than my senior year. Ah well! And it was all way too long ago to even admit to. LOL
I lived in a dorm building my first two years at the university I attended. First year, I had two roommates, three freshman women in a room designed for two. It was uncomfortable. One of the roommates transfered to another location when space opened up. I got along ok with the other. The whole floor was women, but the other two floors of the building were men. We had one restroom (with several sets of facilities) for the whole floor, about 35 people.
Second year I was in a dormitory set up differently. It had suites with three double rooms and two single rooms per suite, so eight residents per suite. I had one of the single rooms. The suite had its own restroom.
Third year I was in an on campus apartment; two bedrooms and a shared kitchen and restroom area. I shared it with another junior, or maybe she was a senior, I don’t actually remember.
My senior year I was sharing an off campus apartment with another senior. First time sharing with a man. He had a little harem of girlfriend/groupies (of which I was not, though maybe outsiders thought I was, a member). It was annoying and entertaining at the same time.
In graduate school for two years. First year I stayed in an apartment with a bunch of roommates. It was a large apartment, half of a duplex, and had three real bedrooms plus we had converted the dining room, living room, and another room into three more. I had the dining room as my room. We shared the kitchen and bathroom (2nd floor), and a doorless sitting room (3rd floor).
Second year of graduate school I shared a small one bedroom apartment with my then boyfriend, now husband.
Dorm for first two years. First year was with a high school friend, second year with a stranger. The stranger actually worked out much better.
Lived on campus for 5 years.
Freshman year - was supposed to live with someone I knew from high school in one of the big new high-rise dorms. I ended up in a little, quaint dorm on the older side of campus, much quieter and nicer. Roommate was okay, we’ve recently friended each other on FB.
Sophomore year - moved to a different dorm in the quiet part of campus, lived with a friend who was also a residence advisor.
Junior year - thought I was going to live off campus in an apartment with friend from sophomore year (and some other people) but she got pregnant and dropped out of school to get married (we are FB friends). Ended up back on campus with a new roommate. She was nice but NEVER left the room and studied all the time. Learned how to close a door without making any noise because she was so cranky when she got woken up. I am not in touch with this person.
Senior year - roomed with crankypants always home roomate again, but I had a boyfriend and spent most of my time in his dorm room. We upgraded to an absolutely huge, corner room shaped like half an octogon. It was amazing. We got a loft and put a couch under it and it was very homey.
Fifth year - crankypants graduated, lived with a new girl named Kathryn, very nice (not in touch with this person). She graduated in December and I had the whole gorgeous room to myself for my last semester. Loved it.
I went to the same school for my B.S. and M.S. degrees, and stayed in dorms five of those years (and in the summers, when I worked on campus) - one year I stayed in a fraternity - I wasn’t a member, but they were low on members and provided some of their rooms to the university’s housing authority. I lucked out on my random freshman roommate selection and ended up rooming with him through most of my college career - and we’ve stayed close friends in the 20 years since then.
My first year at university I lived with my parents, as I’d always done.
Then I went into the Army for three years.
After my military discharge I went back to school, and lived with my husband in a house we bought, as I’d married while in the service.
So I never lived in a dorm. But I did live in military barracks. Based on what I’ve heard that sounds better than civilian dorm life.
I lived in barracks all four years, wasn’t optional. Third and fourth year at least you got a decent number of weekend leave passes. I heard they’ve tried to fluff the barracks up a bit in recent years to try and make them on par with civilian dorms, but I don’t know how that went.